(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
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…
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
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?
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
