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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.

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kisses soft against my legs, in circles

like the sweetness of your morning hug

leisurely pacing your way to my toes

as if tasting each one, carrying me to the place only we know,

i'm a million miles away, and yet feel you so close

next time i open my eyes, your hand like a mountain stream flows,

the touch feels like heaven as your body slides up,

and i kiss every inch that i can as you clutch

then loosen your hold to my hips now in time,

your tongue on my breasts, this is more than sublime,

enraptured i offer my hands to your pleasure

and to my surprise you decsend again, my breath answers

a sigh is released from its place deep within, 

the sound seems to stroke you, as if you've gone in

i feel chills down my spine and then up again

and i reach for your legs, and more kissing begins

your chin at my pelvis, and now there is thrust

making love to these parts we become like a chorus

inspirations are deep and our bodies begin to roam

heart and soul timing, like a precise metrodome

a plateau of pleasure, escalation does entice

we kneel face to face just to breathe the love from each other's eyes

then you reach for my face with both hands and we kiss

with angels' wings donned we revel deep into bliss

the breathing is faster, we grapple and vie

as i guide you by the hand, and upon me you lie

like raindrops from heaven, joined in blissful suspension

and we lay with the stars, the aftermath of ascension

flesh on our flesh you lean close as i drift

and i feel lips on my eyelids

as i think ...'it gets no better than this'.

12:45 PM 7/16/2013 ©

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I am gravely sorry
That you hold pain within you.

We share love,

Whether you choose to accept it
In your reality or not.

I am empathetic towards your pain.

I am not a psychiatrist.
I am not a psychologist.
I do not know how to control your delusions,
Only you know how to do that.

I do know this.

When you can clearly see,
That keeping your mouth shut,
Instead of opening it,
Is hurting far more people
Than it is helping...

...it's time to open your damn mouth.

05/19/2013 10:04 AM ©

We drink to the summer's fall
make love and pleasure in the temples of winter's kingdom
seeing visions of visions and touching garments
of purple and white
and dance to the god's command
by the shadow and by the fires of night
we sing the song of salvation and pray
for the coming rapture of glory and light.

A pretty broken town aflame
Shines vibrant in the night
And high above, the deathbells ring,
Screams muffled by their chimes

Whatever god you're praying to
You'd better pray right now
The wolves are snarling, wild and free
Set loose upon the town

A dormant church, a brilliant light
Stained panes reflect their tints
Mosaic of their glory hues
No angels left within

Whatever star you're wishing on
Better hope the heavens fall
A prophecy of wrath fulfilled
Ignored their warning call

Now horsemen thunder through the streets
Sculpted from the hells
Four chariots to ferry sin
No lost souls left to sell