Dark Day

Oh, dark day ! Thy visit me once again,

with the slow,

destructive gale

Pounding of ears by sound

so vicious

creeping this disdain feeling that slithers

Unlifting bud that pinched off,

stenched with blackness

of venge that once he had forgotten

Oh,dark day! Thy soaked me

deep hatred towards

imbecility,arrogance,ignorance

that presumably damning

When She Cried

I remember when you cried
   from across the table
   when you saw me putting a new hat on her
   a surprise

and in joy, she hugged me,
       and you ran upstairs
    we chased you
          I was waiting on the stairs when
          she consoled you

          " don't cry, don't cry "
            I always sing, for yours truly
               but I wonder if
                you will ever cry again,
                              for me and her ?



泣いてくれて、ありがとう...

tomorrow.

Let tomorrow tell the story
     if the fall is spring for me

     in the sleeping leaves
     by the end of summer

     a transient visit
         of calling of flowers

let me hear,
   what tomorrow will say .

forgiveness

the sad days upcoming,
when come and go, memories of sorrow
and belongings that won't pass on
in the desert of none have told

that blows from the sudden storm
is inadequate compunctions
time has agreed, very long ago
to splash sadness on promised pain

and when it feels like just yesterday
tomorrow is
nothing that seems to be void
and into that void,just prior
I hope to forgive
and hope to be forgiven

Dearest Pain

the pain stuffed inside
that dearest,figure of yours
but nothing comes after
your crying eyes

longing for only,love
that your veins are punctured
within your heavy breathe
calling out to my back

although you say,I'm alright
lowering your head
those tears know no lies
killing you softly

such days full of vexes
hence faraway
I pray
in the sunless sky of yours
I will gather some light
to bring you
an eternal smile

The Comprehension of One Soul

Honesty comes in life as a caprice
that it stings, like a sherbet.
while sincerity is like a sand castle
carefully built to be swept away
by the atrocious wave of pridefulness

it is not easy,to keep them both
but inside human will always be
a stupendous prana of dream
to lead the dream over pridefulness

simplicity is a lie,for we are not
but to end of tangled string of life
there exist,a treasure of easiness
meanwhile the complex string is,dark chocolate

the comprehension of one soul,indeed
is to take out what we really need
from what we oceanfully want
it is like,one game of fishing
in the raging sea of madness

while ignorance may never bliss
we may still bounded to it
but remember to cast a net
for someday between the mold of slothfulness
a piece of dream will be landed

walking towards the path to heaven
is never too easy, yet too hard
cherish what you have and you have not
the most important thing, is acceptance
and no matter how further you fall behind
walk,and keep walking.

Condescending Moon

the fake glint,pure white
 countours of cloudless, adoration
 inside the wilderness
 a dimension without

     turning eyes won't delight
     showers of morning star
     whereas the extolment to beaut
     is the heaven shine
   
     upon carved misery,
     was the line
     trailing to prophet's sleeves


 the glory mid of night
 a simple blaze
   take a demeanor will not faze
           the ephemeral light


               so you find the moon pretty
               tell us more how you describe it