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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!

Unconventional Breakfast Rituals (American Norms)

Coffee

that's just so freshly
brewed—

none other than

by
yourself,

once you stood up—
self-driven

American
morns—or

silver afternoons,

a nice mug for it..

(or some type of vessel)

accompanied by one's favorite 90s

music lineup & something for

the ears,

(like determining unduly cast away earworms)

during

the last week of September
and for the months after—

..could be an enjoyable sip

(farther, once more, in our roundabouts)

—could be a nice start

I want to hate this beauty

because I can’t hold it in my hands

I can’t share it like I want to

by flying to you,

one of those airport moments

I can’t turn over the things I’ve forgotten to say in other people’s dreams

if they don’t tell me anymore

But as we sit here slightly frozen

let’s believe we have at least a few percent of this figured out

I can forgive you because I have not made too much of a mess of us yet

As we sit here slightly frozen

let’s pretend we are all still human

Like Paul in Sons and Lovers I want to go,

To the direction where the lights glow,

Since optimism runs intensely in my veins,

Since I can feel the positive zeal in my brains!

I like the way Paul closes his fist eventually,

That does flaunt his strength of mind utterly,

He is not to give in,

He is all set to prove, to win.

He sets his target to be an eminent painter,

The sign of his tribute to his departed mother.

And I push the boundless limits

To reach the unreachable, within

Leaping amid countless thoughts

With time that forever bends.

The outline of voices fall deeply,

On wishing ears so eager.

No longer a sound quite perfect.

Tainted retentions, left meager.

Out of tune with the non-existing.

Out of range with the remaining.

The stars; directing my following feet

Endlessly looking up, but straining.

I swallow my deepest terrors

And let the light shelter skin.

Once more, voices like puzzles,

Will be whole again.

If  I am to lose these eyes

Strip me then now of these lies

Take me to this darkness wonder

In harmony of the black of slumber

Forever to stay shut, anchored in a sea under

and yet though, I do not believe in such thunder

You can take me away from one thing

But I will find a way to still chirp and sing

You can take my legs and swallow love's promised ring

But I'll still find a way to flap a broken wing

And if I am to die..?

I can walk away, with open eyes.

Anger, loneliness and boredom have consumed this empty vessel as the lust for life lingers on year after year, birthday after birthday.

Physical beauty has reared its ugly head once more as the generation of looks has stunted the real beauty as people develop the perfect image on the inside but resemble the characteristics of an animal on the outside to the general populace.

My immediate future destroyed by what once an innocent child was enjoying life to the full has damaged ones chance of enjoying young adulthood, when life becomes worth living.

Living life behind a shroud of jokes and smiles as you inflict false joy on the world and excrete the image of clown a jester someone who use paint and costumes to interact with the world. I use a smile.

I’m only in the late spring of my life so optimism and hope have crept their way back in my life as I know any amount loneliness can be fixed by love as this heart is ready for a new chapter.

I live in a world where you may die if you don't run.

Where even when alone you must trust no one.

In my world each day may hold your doom,

Where life is always terrifying without protection from the womb.

I live in a world of beauty that shines like the sun,

Where troubles cannot touch a life until it is done.

In my world love flourishes like a flower in bloom,

Where ideas settle on the tip of your tongue, an.d where greatness looms

I live in a world covered in blood and despair,

Children murdering mothers, and vice versa, without a care.

In my world gunshots are the fireworks of everyday,

Where we fear the unknown, and yet we cannot seem to stay away.

I live in a world where babies laughter spreads everywhere,

Where peace is the only solution with so much love in the air.

In my world we believe no one tells lies and believe what they say,

Where our world is one of colors not Fifty Shades of Gray.

I live in a world where homes are engulfed by flame,

Where a child may die before it can say its own name.

In my world people tell lies and shout out blasphemy,

Where more pain and hunger claim the earth than the eye can see.

I live in a world where hope is there and everyone is the same,

Where people have nothing but fun and life is like a game.

In my world the bird hums the chorus, and the wind picks up the melody,

Where nothing bad can hurt me except the stinging of a Honey Bee.

THIS IS MY WORLD.

THIS IS MY WORLD.

I love her eyes