untitled (former working title: true music)
as if one have
all the value judgements
in this—
tribulation period,
if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —
would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?
time & its insignificance
like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift
from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah
from ancient
to the renaissance
what more can
one presage?
neither—
if a believer
prays to a false God
[of an othered religion]
permitted but
wronged sainthood
senile syllogisms & oblivion
An Active Volcano
& Homesteads
He wants to visit
a Mitsukoshi somewhere
but, instead, they
visited Harajuku in Japan
It's like a Resident Evil
film sequel during
that silver afternoon
just because every big
city needs one
But the tremendous
beauty of a volcano
and a mountain simply
cannot be denied
Its mysteries even
symbolized the island
country, her homeland
Without that sad part of
the past (Alas, now it's over)
each could not
have walk passed each other
It seems everything
happens for a reason
I say everytime this
was the case,
it happens each season
And so we question time,
biology and our biography,
and blame the universe for our
subjective and objective reality
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.
through the storm?
until the day ends
as if we're ever friends
whatsoever.
did I ever ask your
number?
a way to speak
everything's so quick
now.
where are you gonna
take me?—
Prophetic Ministry & Climate Change
Just trying to live
Until it was clear to me
How the world shall end
—'Tis More Fun Using
'Tis more fun using
—money in my pocket, but
I know where it's from...
From other people's pockets
I'm now on top of the world—
Unknowing Escapists
Death, ..not proud—So sleep!
...dreaming of thy softer skin
—Thee—objectified!
A Habitation of Devils
My yummy girlfriend
Can teach you better life skills
—institution heads