Weather

The storm wasn’t caused
By anger or despair
Just collisions of
Different types of air

Life's A Gamble

Old man time
Never forgets
Always comes by
To collect on bets

Time Heals

Disappointment
Takes a while to dissipate
You have to shake it off
You have to wait...

Kudzu

Vines snake up and
Out of the ground,
Climbing, clinging,
They choke and surround,
Til there’s nothing
But green death around...

Insurance

No free lunch
No guarantees
And even monkeys
Fall from trees

Mother Freedom

Freedom, bought with money and
A legacy from those who fought and died,
Is the basis for peace and normalcy,
No need to dissemble or hide,
Also provides the luxury of not
Being forced to choose a side...

Old Shopping Street

Rain from the typhoon pours
Quenching the thirst of
Weeds by shuttered stores

Nadashio + 30

Old man looks at the waves
Where the tragedy occurred
Memories the monument saves
He wants his son’s death
To be remembered, yet,
There is an equal part of
Him which wants to forget,
But the stone memorial
Will stolidly ensure
The losses of that unlucky
Day mutely endure...

Fine Dining

Keeping things simple,
And feeling fine,
With a good ham sandwich
And a bottle of wine...

剣道の音

Kendo screams from a window,
Above the quiet avenue,
Killing simulated samurai,
With swords made of bamboo...

Snooze

When snared in an
Overtime trap,
And much too tired,
Just take a nap...

Summer High Pressure

Hot air from
Somewhere over Tibet,
Isn’t done with its
Sweltering yet,
No rain, no clouds
In the tired sky,
Broiling days
In a humid July...

No Finish Line

The race was won,
But she continued
To run...

Out of the
Stadium,
Up the hill,
Where she is
Running still...

Rumination

Lost in thought,
Yet to be found,
Happens a lot...

Mid-July Morning

Summer clouds billow
Without a sound,
While insects emerge
From the ground...

Your Choice

Tired of the boring
Life you live?
Well then,
Find the alternative...

Western Japan, 06-08 July 2018

The killer rain
Starts as a few drops
Then turns into a deluge
Which never stops
Until after the flood
And unlucky innocents
Drowned in the mud
From a ravaging stream
And no one could
Hear them scream

50 Years Later

The 1960s
Were all about,
Turning on
And tuning out,

Much different now
Some may claim,
But basically things
Are still the same,
It’s just a much
Faster, furious, game...

Not As It Appears

Assumed to be dumb,
But in reality
Just numb...

Fake News

The young and loud ones,
Posture on the political stage,
Repeat past mistakes and
Argue, insult, engage,
While the old man watches
The T.V. in a quiet rage...