| Demonic Reaching |
[May. 18th, 2005|11:08 pm] |
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| | From my [as] works | ] |
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| | How to Disappear Completely | ] | Myth of myself, skin-
encapsulated egos,
separate from world...
How do we transcend
illusion? Embrace chaos,
to find the purpose... |
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| Discovery |
[May. 18th, 2005|11:04 pm] |
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| | From [as] works | ] |
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| | Fleeting Memory | ] | Smallest sweetnesses,
so fleeting, we ignore. Why
live to suffer on?
Self-doubt, confusion,
we spend our lives. Perfection
eludes contentment.
Soften, discomfort.
Heart found open, happiness.
Can not be taken. |
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| Sacred Tree... |
[May. 17th, 2005|01:49 pm] |
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| | From my [as] works... | ] |
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| | Come My Way | ] | Slender, graceful tree,
smooth-barked boughs, gently sloping,
draping o'er waters...
Fiery, jagged leaves,
blood-red, draping reflection,
floating, whirling seeds...
Mirror vision, your
equation; soul, spirit, like
the passage of rough
winds through slim branches...
Kikyou, chaotic beauty
the sacred Maple... |
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| Double Haiku |
[May. 17th, 2005|12:50 pm] |
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| | From my [as] works... | ] |
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| | Sayonara wa.... | ] | Ikite yuku...
Ima doko n'iru no?
Mayoitteta...
Gomen nasai, my love...
Itsuka wa tadorit-
sukeru yume?
Shinjiteru wa,
hikari motome... I-
kite yuku ni...
Unable to cry
out... Where are you now? I have
lost my way from you...
Forgive me, my love.
When will I be able to
follow your one dream?
Believing in you,
now I begin my journey,
unable to cry
(out for you...) |
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| With Patience, I pass... |
[May. 17th, 2005|12:42 pm] |
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| | From my journal works... | ] |
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| | Sotsugyou | ] | There is goodness in
the shadow... It draws me like
a seed planted in
the wastelands of my
soul, sprouting up rare blossoms
e're turn of the dark...
Wait for you... blue
silver sky-waters shimmer
by your reflection...
Wait for you... no
suffering passage wasted,
nor word forgotten...
Wait for you... slip
of shadow embracing fire's
new ascending dawn...
Haiku has become my waking dream, my dreaming awakened... I invite you all into my world, of syllable's immeasurable journey.... |
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