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Guards Of The SunGolden sculptures of bodies,
Warm skin carved in marmor;
blazing in nature's sunny lobbies
turning back time,
how they reach to the sky
in eternal delight
The King's First LionSand strikes my eyes as I look at the sky
Out of the blue comes a passenger;
thorn and lost like my soul,
tells me I may not go
to gift the king with gold
Or the beast may awake
to read my soul,
capture my dreams
with its cold look,
leaving me behind in the desert womb.
Real loveHow can you love a face,
will time pass without a trace?
How can you love a mind,
won't it lose it's sanity?
These words I say will fade away,
This body will grow old
like a tree in the cold.
Only then I will know
if you really are in love.
don't be sad
for nothing stands
you shall not weep
in front of your enemies
for they may never count
Only let them fall to the ground
as rain gets born to fall at the earth
out of a heavy cloud
Nature's boyLet the breeze whisper me to sleep
let the sun say good night to me
From here I came
there will I go
I am nature's boy.
It's OKWhen you feel lonely sometimes
when you cry alone
when you walk alone the streets
to your home
Killing Creativityyou twist my eyes, close my fists,
silence my voice,replace fire with water,
trade mountains for a sea.
You kill my creativity.
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
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
with spotted tomato wings,
I wonder what you think
when others threaten to devour
Nature's thriving crop.
Do you yearn to stand up,
break each sector of your shell,
and reveal the monster within?
Or would you rather find solace
among verdant green foliage
until there's nothing left?
Not even a single carrot
or dandelion to savor.
they'll mock your existence,
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.
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
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
A New Babylonia?I see machines gutted
and with their intestines exiled
from their choked motors,
Silk Road cables stretching over
and halls mangled with plaform
like a robotic Pompeii,
the setting sun being in
the shade of fallen pillars.
The computers are Atlantis', damp.
The rooms are
The walls are the papyrus
for weed-comatose prophets,
spray-painting the word of Cock
in the name of Lexxy's Library,
and the hanging gardens
are of squished moss,
the rainwater lakes
copper as Hephaestus' automatons.
We are tourists to Gizan pyramids of rubble,
watching in awe at these mummified metal corpses
of the 9-till-5 work line.
Both Sides of Her HeartI didn't ask for this to be thrown at me
I didn't ask for this role.
I was chosen to lead a pack,
But I can't lead myself.
I didn't ask to fall in love with two
And be torn apart by both.
I could never kill either,
Yet I know I must.
I didn't ask for pups
Or the life that I live.
I don't know if I would've chosen it
If I had the choice to.
I didn't ask for this,
But I have it none the less;
So I should spend what little time I have
Joyously with those I love.
For I love two males,
And I know both are great;
For I am told
From both sides of my heart.
Red HillsThe wilderness of this savage land
will keep us deep inside it's hands
welcoming us with a warm breeze
from all the greenest trees
and diamond beaches
we want to reach
You drive through the day
while I am strumming a tune
in our orange car
driving to the sun
I can't get my eyes off
of this wonderful sight;
the red hill in the sky
and I would love to see
the stars there at night
sleeping in the green wild
with you by my side
There would be so many stars
I couldnt even count them
with my fingers
But now let's just drive
where the road leads us
to hold us back
of all the evil lies
of this strange paradise
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