Untitled SoC 01I light this morning's cigarettebreak in my palms gonnaone day kick this lip-bittenmemory of home and fastfood junkie hipster pop-cultivated mainstreamofconciousnessfeeling I get when I seeher teeth glint through afrown her gown reminds meof the town I used to livein full of ants and facelesslies to my ignorant eyes ofhow a culture swabs itsfilthy four-dollar shot glasspanic attacks on the war oncrime being a state ofmind-numbing back-pat patrolmenlooking to cash-in their druggiefriend next-door to thecave of misbehavior swampedwith interior desolation andmisappropriated smiles that stringtheories of grandeur mud flatsslatted together like brick-builtmortarboard coffeeshop employeescollecting to exit their fees anddebts neglected since theireducations death warranted forarrest of intelligence and apiece of paper signed awayall intents for regret; unlessthe rent is too much stressthat rest is only between my fluidbreath and the nextcigarette.
Western Haiku 04I've stared at the sun,seen all that I could not see;yet you are still here.
a momentragged flannel shirtstill warm from the clothes dryerold bones are smiling
popularold Mule fallsin and out offavorbright poetsshare their light andmove onattentionturns quickly withthe youngnew magicsmysteriousand strangeold Mule justwanders on withhis life
By Beauty and LoveUse your imagination,In doing your creation.Message in a form of art,A masterpiece from the heart.Soar until you reach the sky above,Touch the clouds by beauty and love
A Headache Haiku.My Brain does hurt so.It aches as if a Huge Moose,Were Standing on it.*bows* Thankyou.
To EnglandAmongst rocky moors,skyrise buildings and streetsidecafés; in countrysolitude and London crowds,I’ll find who I’m meant to be.
........bread crumbsA home that's tasteful,Lures children from way afar.Who've made the menu...
The Pen (lit edition)The pen is a tool that creates.The pen gives life.The pen can make mountains,grow trees,and vegetables.The pen can express feelings when words cannot.The pen is in your hand.What will you make?
Void「巡り合う。光明の道、盟友と。」Meguriau.Koumyou no michi,Meiyuu to.A fortuitous meeting.Bright path of the hopeful future with a sworn friend.
Water「羽下る。雲の御無沙汰。悔し泣き。」Hane kudaru.Kumo no gobusata.Kuyashinaki.A feather descends. (The verb for 'descend' here also means 'surrender' or for orders 'to be passed down' from above)The long silence of the clouds.Tears of regret.
Western Haiku 02The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.
The train rides emptyit creates the wind, you see.O, whisper to me.