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In a Japanese Countryside

 

 

 

 

 

I'm in a Japanese

countryside

now,

 

but with whom?

 

 

 

Quiet community,
revived Western humanity,

 

 

that even Mt. Fuji is
tranquil—

 

That even the train cars on

metal rails in train stations

are silently drifting, giving

way for us—sleeping

 

 

 

in our modest households.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inclement Weather Upon Us

 

 

 

 

There was this doom
impending,
which
science calls an
"Amospheric river".

 

 

But I've seen a
different scenario,
during a time
of this type of weather

on my own,

 

 

mammato-cumulo
clouds, low-lying

which happened
just right after
my own mourning—

 

 

That's the time
when I learned about
prophecy

that [someone have said]
does not exist in your
modern society

 

 

—I violently disagreed
due to their ignorance:
like no such a squall wind

 

is ever-so-significant

But,

without 'spiritual discernment',

 

 

(truth be told),

the numbed person can be
wearier than those lying
sickly in their deathbeds

and getting old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fallen In (Into, etc.):

English language definition(s):  https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/fallen+in

we all have fallen—

(in the Midnight Sky)

 

 

 

 

we all have fallen—
(midnight sky)

the beauty
of roses & orchids
without butterfly

dainty backdrops
confirming variety

eggshells and seashells
broken, sand's grainy

we all have come
together for it, rational beings

we rightfully fit,
perpetually belonging in

knowing the beach trees
this much,

we know how
hardy we can get
without mulch

lovingly

 

 

 

as the great wonders
of the sea,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we never really have
painted

what's

seaworthy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the songbird in its
realm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

is she the golden
foliage of tree delight—
shining sun—rays
bravura so right—

 

 

to this agonizing world
savor—
the only heroine
savior—

 

 

huddled together,
leaves—
on a heap

hoping that she
never leaves

(someone to keep)

especially that time when
their true hearts..{meet}
evoking winter

 

 

these fleeting moments
signify the
warm weather

 

 

crashing blue waves
here—to ponder
the beach is soggy—
English channel, there

 

 

although we are small
like speckled ornaments
we must not surrender

 

 

we often view clouds
like song meanings—
hardly we could ever remember

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

may bagong liwanag

 

 

 

 

 

sa bigat nitong dinadala,
kahit buhay ay tila
hindi natatamasa
at walang sigla

 

 

gaya mo rin,
ang bawat tao raw
ay may kani-kaniyang
suliranin

 

 

mainam na makalaya
na nga, makaliwas ang
puso kong ito

 

 

at pati ng katawan
sa lupa
—mula sa kanilang

pagkakagapos

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

taglamig

(former reedited title:  taglamig,

at siya lang kaya ang dahilan?)

 

 

 

 

nung una pa lang,
ako'y namangha na
sa iyong ginagawa

 

 

ako rin ay lubusang
natutuwa sa matimyas
na hitsura ng iyong mukha

 

 

tila isa kang dalagang
pumukaw sa aking damdamin
iyong wangis parati
ang nasasalamin

 

 

bagkus, malayo ang ating agwat
bakit tila ako'y hindi papa-awat?

 

 

dahil kaya'y nasa lugar ka
na isa sa pinakagusto kong
puntahan at tirahan?

o baka naman itong
mismong lugar ko na tinitirahan
ay wala namang laman?

 

 

h'wag sana magpapahalata
ang langit sa aking kisame,
ang masulyapan ka'y
para itong asul sa taas,

kaniyang pisngi

 

 

ngayong Taglamig na

sa ating mga bayan o kanayunan,
kakaiba talaga ang aking
nararamdaman

 

 

sapagkat nasaan ka man,
sa trabaho mo o sa kaniyang
piling man,
marahil wala ng magagawa
ang tulad ko kundi
ang ipagdasal ang iyong
tanging kaligayahan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an abrupt ending to an uncertain start

we are so far yet so close

'tis not really

a nagging feeling,
just a sense of wonder

that during the times
when I had laid my eyes
on you,
you have graced every
corner of my being

as if an elixir.. or a

potent potion (so-called love)

have brought me
back to my senses

'tho it is hard to conquer

these feelings

(of great awe),
I could only wish that
I can control
the realms of possibility

but who am I to

manipulate
my contrite heart
now that you've finally

chosen (someone else)

whom to love?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Her] Genuine Smiles [Are Against Others' Wiles]

No beauty is going to
be there
for things that do not wither

(I suppose)

We see what's beyond
(the mists between us),
Just like their Renaissance

A happy, wilted leaf
(On That Pavement),
beyond belief—

—Stairs to your Zen garden,
[but it's all tall fences],
colors are..that golden

Every mark, marked

in its substance;

people's irritable
lifestyles, their suns!

Yet we woke up
barely having known
those chafed edges

(these artificial vessels or furnitures

or implements of our dreams)
its beam of natural light,

not the fixtures, when it gleams

—content in the simplicity
of the God-given days

(but, of course)

also, for every nighttime,
when there isn't a rhyme

In That Japanese Town Again

I was there, too.
Sipping on a medium mug

of American-bought green tea.

(But it's been steeped in for so long.)

But if you try to question
how bitter it tasted,
well, it is not that bitter
—in the greater scheme of things

(Tho', screaming, in my dreams:

"If the Japanese withstood

bombings from the skies
like no other,
then why can't they
go through this one?")

Theirs, once again,
are framed signatures,
like household items
in Kyoto; after funerals that
were faced with protests in the state;

Preservation at its best,
equally interinvolved with caveats

—a newer testament in the Eastern front?

So long, cultural values.

So long, moral values.

Farewell, spiritual values!