A Friend Arrives (友人が到着)

I was meandering,

through the infinite gardens

on a sunny day.

When who should arrive

as I took my photographs,

minding my business?

Mrs. Butterfly,

with her lazurian wings,

gently shimmering.

She landed near by,

on a stark blooming crimson,

resting from long flight.

We talked for a minute,

for what seemed like and hour.

No speech required.

A slight breeze picked up,

and she subtly explained,

how she must head out.

Her children waiting,

to take them to the flowers,

now that it is Spring.

So I saw her off,

waving as she fluttered by, 

heading to the sun.

I continued on,

strolling through the pleasant scents,

smiling forward.

So Lonely (そう孤独な)

It appears as if,

I live in a lonely world,

all by my lonesome.

Sitting in my room,

writing poetry like this.

Silent company.

I hear the voices,

through the heavy prison door.

Faces never seen.

All that can be done,

wonder if something is wrong.

Are these rumors true?

So what is it then,

that keeps me so far away,

from the rope or knife.

Do I tell myself,

that these things are real or not?

Who is it to say?

Should I contemplate

the lies behind the ending?

Keeping them away.

Alas, it is not so.

These feelings, temporary,

rumors always pass.

Someone is close by,

always there to turn the light,

to be your true friend.

To continue on,

through the dark door of sorrow,

to see the future.

Return from Peaceful Slumber (安眠からの復帰)

Celestialy,

soaring high to clouds above.

Always is the dream.

Friendly eyes greet me,

as I arrive on wings.

Certainly grand!

Seraphims stand guard

holding their sapphire spears,

wearing turquoise robes.

A silver dancer

takes me to my position.

Surrounded by hope.

Venus, Mercury,

names said so casually

in the open ari.

A diamond palace,

atop the heavenly hill,

awaits my return.

But why is it so,

as I near those golden gates,

I simply wake up?

Leaving to wonder,

why it is I have returned,

from peaceful slumber.

Solitary

Such a silent place,

where there is nothing around.

Only lifelessness.

Surrounded by stone.

Sentinels of timelessness,

these rounded markers.

A mist covered field,

full of shadowy figures,

but there is now speech.

Only the silence,

of those long past overdue.

Dreaming forever.

Lie in their caskets.

Time no longer immortal,

so here they stay.

In solitary,

I lay here and understand,

what all of it means.

Dark Reflection (暗い反射)

As I look at me,

in the hanging reflection,

I get so confused.

For I see these things,

that should  not be there at all.

It terrifies me!

These are like the horns,

that I see but do not feel.

So black and fearful.

And the glowing eyes,

evil and red in color,

as they stare on me.

A demon possessed

my mirror, may be the case,

but when, how and why?

Or it may perhaps,

just be the way that I look.

Do others see this?

So what is it that

causes such a disturbance,

in this silver sphere?

Perhaps we should all

look and see what is truly

in that dark mirror.

The Merchant's Egg (マーチャントのたまご)

 This is my personal favorite of the poems I will be posting today, It is so lovely and sad at the same time. Enjoy!

The merchant is here,

selling his wares on the streets,

giving a fair price.

People come afar,

to view his mystical pieces.

Looking and chatter.

His shelves hold clothing,

Persian rugs and Chinese jade,

even crystal balls.

But the favorite,

a gold, jewel encrusted egg,

from frozen monarchs.

Interest from all,

but when someone asks a price,

he simply replies:

"This beautiful one,

is not for sale, a gift for

my only daughter."

More people stopped by,

and they still kept on asking,

and he still replied:

"This beautiful one,

has no price, for it is a

gift for my daughter."

So he sold his wares,

and packed up his caravan.

Heading off for home.

He arrived later,

to a solitary grave,

and what he said was:

"This little one, is

all, only for you, my one,

my only daughter."

Winter (冬)

Winter has come now.

Soft white snow blankets the land,

it's everywhere!

Frost covered mornings,

the cold air is beautiful,

but nips at my nose.

It brings death with it,

leaving only pines and firs.

All others go hide.

But there is still hope,

for the first buds of new Spring,

are on swift horses.

Flowers (花)

Do you know of it?

The things that are so many,

yet are so few?

Knowledge of the sorld,

seen shining in their faces.

Quickly fading by.

Their time is so short,

yet they accomplish so much

with their elegance.

No one shall forget,

How they have delighted them.

Never leaving all.

Delicately with

their smiling, beckoning

with their happy air.

How is it, You Think? (それがどのように、思いますか？)

How is it, you think,

that the wind can blow its course,

to such distant lands?

How is it, you think,

the seas that show their vastness,

can have such power?

How is it, you think,

that the mighty pines and oaks,

can grow to such heights?

How is it, you think,

that the largness of mountains,

can divide nations?

To the many men,

who have such brilliant minds,

How is it, you think?

IT'S BEEN A WHILE! (それは久しぶりです！)

So, sorry it's been more than two months since my last posts, I've just been so busy now that I'm at ART SCHOOL!!! Yeah so I am in art school as a first year student in the Graphic Design major (for now!) My current classes are: Intro to the Arts, English I (Yes there are English classes in art school!), 4D: Time Based Narratives, Graphic Design: Tools, and Drawing I: Real to the Imagined.
I've got a pretty busy schedule and have already had some major projects, so now that I have some free time, I thought I'd update. Over the next hour or so I'll be Posting some new Poetry I wrote recently, not all of them mind you just some of my favorites.
NOTE: I have come up with my own style of poetry! It's what I like to call Lyrical Haiku (Please don't laugh). How you do it is basically write several haikus (Say five) and write them in a style so that they go off each other, making a story, like lyrics to a song, sort of.

Please also note that I don't know when the next time I will be able to post is, so to anyone who actually looks at this blog (Which I doubt there are), I am sorry.