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!
Of Back-pattings
If guises were smiles,
Your friends are back-patting you.
Profaning a tomb—
Orchestrated Flowers
There are fake people
in terms of situations,
and the way they live
The severity of the situation is reaching an all time hi
should I violently react or just let it fly?
your engorged words have pierced the innocent ghost
a 40 ton wieght of revenge is what would get me off the most
if I choose the darkened path my future will cease to exist
however the beautifully dressed possibilty of revenge is at the top of list
like a beast in the night, a monsters dreams, like a lions roar
maybe someday I'll have no choice but to deliver death to your door.
A dream is an idea of how something should be,
Regardless if it comes to fruition.
A visionary is a dreamer that actually does it,
A realist is a dreamer that acts on results
Of a feasibility study, not a spell from a cult,
And many dreamers are talkers, not doers.
Fantasies are things the fantasizer creates
With his or her imagination,
With awareness that it is a fantasy,
Not a reality, and when people get lost
In their fantasies,
Delusions are usually the cost.
© 2013
slippery, unclean
and i can't scratch i wont!
public.
private.
professional perfect happy
figured out -
who.
why?
this specific culture controls
unfavorably, unfitting
escape i , i...
a plane can take me away from monotony
new eyes,
tongues and bodies
no new humanity
all of humanity
is one
each individual struggles
with the sameness of their own soul
their biases, weaknesses
do I learn from them?
seek new experiences and hope to grow?
does anyone really grow and change
does my willingness to ask display immaturity and childish behaviors?
behaviors.
freedom.
i want to sing on my roof naked when the sun comes up
and goes down
and go down
and go down
and go down
on my boss
in public
in private
civilized
animals
aware
unaware
changing
unchanging
Pangaea