(2013)
#Generic #Heart #Opera #SoapSoftTanka
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
