(2013)
Just one of the many cluttered things that decorate my room.
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
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
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
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…