(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
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Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
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…
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
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…
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array