Friday, September 30, 2016

Curse Of Being A Human

Sparrow pecking at
A piece of bread,
Does not worry
About what's ahead,

Unlike me, consumed by
"What if?" and "Why?",
The sparrow only thinks
To eat, mate, and fly...


Start the day with carbs
And coffee, get wired,
Head into work all
Determined, inspired,
But 10 hours later,
I'm just damned tired...


Something, Japanese,
Understand too well,
Stay out of mountains
Where demons dwell...

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Equinox Spirits

Clearing the weeds around the grave,
Communing with ancestors, as the
Higan-bana bloom and gently wave...


Perhaps, sensing some minute shift in the
Humidity, the heat, the angle of the light,
The greens pack up their bags and depart
The leaves, in slow, steady, silent, flight,
The greens soon replaced by immigrant
Families of orange, yellow, brown, and red,
The cool whispers hints of the coming cold,
Where the greens went, unknown, unsaid...



A parent will control and protect
Out of love, and a deep fear of
Dangers, the child cannot detect,

But young ones will rebel,
Strain against the limits and
Stays, give their parents hell,

It seems so sad, so wrong,
That the fighting is exactly
What makes the children strong,
For they cannot hide, in the
Embrace of home, for long...

Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Human Condition

Time spent in the vertical:
Reactionary, stressed,
As opposed to horizontal,
With its dreans and rest,
The vertical day, a fight
Against gravity, until
Surrendering, each night...

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Glide Slope

What the young ones, the eager ones,
Need to understand,
Is that it's not what you aim for,
It's where you land...

Friday, September 16, 2016


Quietly swept by a daydream's
Whirlpool, into a special place,
Where imagination has the
Ability to ease and erase
Tension, tedium, but then suddenly,
Vanish without a trace...

The Appointment

It awaits, implacable,
Abstract but all too real,
The peaceful minutes it
Can't distort, it will steal...

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Stability In Granite

The words carved into the old
Stone, bordered with moss,
Weather worn words, in the
Shadow, record an ancient loss,
Memories on a rock, which
Will not crumble or rotten,
Which will not tumble down
Into the dust of the forgotten...


Vanishing Point

Life is like a road,
Long and winding,
Walk, search, but
Never really finding
What you thought
You were looking for,
Your journey fraught
With friction and more,
Life's road, a graveled path,
Leading, declining, to an
Unexpected aftermath...

Wednesday, September 14, 2016


The wise man understands the curse
Of sentience, and searching for
Meaning, in an empty Universe...

It Keeps You Running

Eventually we succumb,
To numbness, to slumber,
To what we are running from...

Sunday, September 11, 2016


Empty September sky,
Pine tree silent, missing
The cicada's cry...

The Morning After

The painful result
Of a bad decision
Made in the absence
Of adult supervison

Wednesday, September 7, 2016


Away from cruel bloody Syria,
Into a boat, and onto the waves,
Casting our fates, like a roll of
Dice, hoping it somehow saves
Our lives, hoping we will reach,
Somehow, a safe-haven beach...

Monday, September 5, 2016


Summer sparrows bathe in the dust
Beneath a heat-tired Sakura tree,
Sun setting into tropical night,
Bell crickets trilling magically,
No hint yet of the day-end cool,
Which will arrive, inevitably...

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Meditation is when
I quietly imitate a plant,
Dissolve myself into Zen,
Breathe in, breathe out,
Repeat it, again and again...

Thursday, September 1, 2016


Abandoned swallows' nest
The owners flown away
Somewhere to the southwest
Away fron the typhoon rains
As summer glowers and wanes

First Love

It happens instantly,
First glimpse of her face,
Loins start churning,
Forgetting time and space,
All miraculous and burning,
Dreams become haunted,
By someone you didn't know
You needed, or wanted...

Advice From A Fjord

Get in the boat,
Do not think,
Just drift and float...