The straight and winding road
Black suit and tie,
you make the world go around,
but you lost yourself.
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The hollow victory
So you think you know somebody,
and that what you have is real,
but your connection is their hobby,
and real was never in the deal.
They lied and cheated you,
and made you feel a fool,
and claim they have defeated you
by the machinations of their tools.
But in reality they lost
before the game ever begun;
their deception came at the cost
of what victory would have won.
For you offered them a helping hand –
what better prize in a troubled land?
Temptation
“Just what would you do
if you could do anything?”
the Devil asked me.
Deaty
She’s got a gorgeous smile
that can warm your heart for days;
people see it shine for miles
as they go about their ways.
Her eyes sparkle in the sunlight,
and dance beneath the moon,
defying the dark of night
by glimmering in the gloom.
Her spirit’s so splendiferous,
it’s almost luminescent;
so kind and so generous,
they say it’s effervescent.
Her friends and family claim they’re blessed
by living with and loving this goddess.
Lovesick
Love seems unhealthy:
jealously, anxiety,
“committed” partners.
Table for two
Warm your weary heart –
not with hearty food or drink,
but companionship.
You are not alone
When you’re at the end of the line,
when you’ve lost your sparkle and your shine,
when you’re anything and everything but fine –
You are not alone.
When you’ve lost your way,
when the hours stretch into days,
when all you do is pray and pray –
You are not alone.
When the pain gets too great,
when you’re trembling from all the hate,
and wondering when it will abate –
You are not alone.
We know those roads well,
and the stories we could tell…
We’ve sinned and saved,
fought and slaved,
terrified and brave,
chaste and laid.
So when you’ve lost the light of day,
listen well to what I say:
You are not alone.
Conveyance
Still waters run deep,
but the ever-changing sea’s
unfathomable.
The shared cup
Spring flowers
put us at ease.
Summer star showers
delight our eves.
The full Fall moon
illuminates the night.
And Winter nearly swoons
to bathe the world in white.
The cyclical seasons
mark the passing of ages,
and inspire the reasons
of spirited sages.
Delighting as they raise up
children with whom to share their cup.
This poem was inspired by the following quote from Samurai X: Trust and Betrayal
“Spring brings cherry blossoms to comfort us.
The summers stars, the harvest moon in fall, and the powdered snow in winter…
These things, and the promise of them, are what make sake taste so good.
One day you will understand this,
and then I shall pour sake for the both of us.”
Ice age
The snow is quite deep,
but the flowers are deeper,
dreaming of the Spring.
A (wise) man of two faces 