(2013)
#Concert #Frog #MusicTanka
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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