(2013)
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
