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Pick A Card"Pick a card, any card."
I had gone out for a little evening stroll and ended up lost in thought, eventually finding myself actually lost in an unfamiliar part of town. Now a strange, young girl, dressed all in black and white, was trying to persuade me to draw a card from a deck she'd seemed to have produced from thin air. She fanned the deck out under my nose.
I drew one reluctantly, seeing no other option. all I wanted were directions. The night was falling fast. I didn't have time for games.
"Now, memorize it."
I looked at the card. It was turned upside down so I flipped it over. The other side was the same as the first. There was no suit or number and I told the girl as much.
"Let me see it," she held out her hand.
I gave her the card. She took it and flipped it over once, twice, three times then rubbed it on her shirt, which was divided down the middle into black and white. As was her hair, jeans, even her sneakers. Her right side was dressed all in black, her left, white.
What Light Does Greet My EyesWhat light does greet my eyes at break of day
But watered light of winter morning sun
Ascend does he to wish the night away
The war with sister moon at last is done
And so he takes his rightful place on high
And waltzes, regal, proud, towards the west
In and out the clouds of bitter sky
He calls the little snow birds from their nest
But swiftly, swiftly does he dance along
And soon he greets the edge of this fair land
And now the snow birds sing their evening song
He sets again and now the night's at hand
But never does he set, this golden star
But breaks yonder day o're lands afar
Only GlassShe collects glass bottles
In rows upon her shelf
Keeps them always closed up tight
And seals away herself
She fills them up with sadness
And she fills them up with tears
With blood and ghosts and memories
With thoughts and dreams and fears
Her most precious bottle
With which she'll never part
She keeps it the darkest corner
And it contains her heart
The glass is stained with grief and shame
It's chipped and smeared with dust
Edges worn with too many years
Of anger and distrust
It's known its share of heartache
It's felt the steely rain
It's had its share of lovin'
It rode those waves of pain
She can't say where it started
But the collection's growing fast
And she fears that she'll come home someday
And find it's only glass
Frostbreath silver in the grey of a breaking dawn
frozen, silently you wait
for your molten heart to thaw your frozen skin
for life to return
dropping from broken, grey eyes
frozen, they fall
quiet, onto frost bitten ground
The Clock That Can't Keep TimeI listen to quiet
In the dead of the night
Alone with my thoughts
And a lamp that won't light
The only sound breaking
Is the tick of the clock
That can't keep time.
I think of the future
I think of the past
I think of a present
I know never lasts
With face set in stone
Heart strings so fine
They pulse to a beat
That can't keep time.
The ages keep marching
Unyielding they go
When ours are to stop
Is not ours to know
Encoded in starlight
So continues the clock
That can't keep time
A Sea Over MountainsWhat must it be
A billion years
To watch as stars
Are born from clouds of dust
And see their light flood the black
To watch as planets
Are formed from rings of debris
Caught in an endless cosmic dance
Around the stars
To see the planets destroyed
And destroyed again
Always to reform
Like a pheonix from the ashes
To stand on the floor of a future ocean
To stroll the vallies
And ascend the hills
And remain after the waters come
To stare up through the currents
To the birds circling overhead
Up through the waves
Of a sea over mountains
DuskThe sky is burning
Blue stained with silken flame
Clouds floating above all
Threaded with gold
A ball of bright fire
cris-crossed with black wire
Strung between black houses
On a black street
And black birds
Are landing in black trees
Rustling black leaves
Clutching black branches
with black feet
And the white moon is rising
Over a world of grey
As the fire is sinking
Oh how silent does it rise
The sun is so pretty when it dies
Untitled 2Around the world
The children stand
With smiling faces
Hand in hand
They spred peace
A warm hug
A gentle Kiss
In places near
And very far
A moonbeam glow
A shooting star
A trickling stream
With smiling hopes
And hopefull dreams
Nights of SolitudeNights of Solitude
the darkness closes 'round me
as i sit in silent, dreary solitude
the ebony tells of secrets
of lives long passed
that matter now to no one but myself
and it wraps me in a cold blanket of obsidian
i find comfort in its touch
and peace in its serenity
and i sit in solitude
and wonder how i got here
and why i'm happy here
in the blackness
and it envelopes me in its sweet embrace
and i give in to the black
and let this weary soul just fade away
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Masquerading FlowersPink and white ruffles
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
FireThe fiery warmth.
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
Two Second ShutterSun-rimmed glasses magnified hidden eyes,
the leopard's sleek fur a mosaic of leaves.
Tempting irises with an earthly fury
shift as forest shadows dance and writhe,
breathing so close, you can't believe
the trees haven't fallen silent yet.
Sunlight spirals twinkle down to fireflies,
tiny flares lighting on quivering whiskers.
The stage is set for unrequited desire;
you pack up your camera as she stirs, languid.
Some things aren't meant to be captured
and out here, your camera is a cage.
Sitting on summer's carpet
As the sun slips
Dying for another day
Under the horizon
She is released
Her kingdom for the moon
Sitting on summer's carpet
The sun slipping
Under the velvet ocean
She'd take me with her
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