(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
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…
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
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
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
