Misanthropic Cadavers
Yes, they cut you open
that's how it
should feel when
eccedentesiasts
are liking flowers
but Ansel Adams
have a way of
viewing the gradation
of colorless subjects
Thy kingdom is not
from here,
until the baptised
took over
explaining away for
thee the stars
signs like I've never
heard before
just because
they are microcosmic
and macrocosmic
cosmotellurian timespace
I wish we are
not at all that soulless
and the forgiven
thuggish folks who
are actually moralless
werifesteria
it is chilly out there
now that october
is finally here
my clothes have
changed because
summer days
left swiftly
granted how
things can change us
drastically and subtly
but no one
seems to bother
to reflect about
the morrow
the time is now
the time is right
like papered over sorrow
of being alone
in this oleilu,
and i thought
life is better with
sei jaku
Sakura Serenade in Spring
Cherry petals drift—
Millie's ears perk. Stop.
Her nose twitches, pleased.
We wander winding paths, her paws
Padding soft. Silence.
Blossoms burst!
Pink and white clouds aloft.
Okawa's waters whisper,
Wind. Castle walls
Climb and shine. Millie's eyes,
Bright and wise, they scan—
Halt.
Her tail wags time to Spring's
New theme.
Sakura scents swirl,
Sweet and—
Strong. Millie sniffs, savoring
Each note of the
Song. We climb stone steps,
Worn smooth by—
Time it stops.
Her loyal presence,
A comfort sublime.
At the summit,
Breathless. Awed.
Beauty blooming,
History thawed.
Millie sits, sentinel—
Pause.
Cherry-tinged winds
Around us glide.
Down by the river,
Petals float. Like tiny
Pink-hued fairy—
Boats! Millie splashes,
Playful and free.
Her joy infectious,
Pure glee.
In this foreign land,
Familiar love.
My canine companion,
Gift from—
Above. Together we witness
Spring's grand display,
In Osaka's embrace,
This perfect—
Day.
Sentinel of Spring.
Cherry petals drift on Osaka's breeze,
Millie's ears perk, her nose twitches, pleased.
We wander winding paths, her paws padding soft,
As blossoms burst in clouds of pink and white aloft.
Okawa's waters whisper and wind,
Reflecting castle walls that climb and shine.
Millie's eyes, bright and wise, scan the scene,
Her tail wags time to Spring's new theme.
Sakura scents swirl, sweet and strong,
Millie sniffs, savoring each note of the song.
We climb stone steps, worn smooth by time,
Her loyal presence, a comfort sublime.
At the summit, we pause, breathless, awed,
By beauty blooming, history thawed.
Millie sits, sentinel at my side,
As cherry-tinged winds around us glide.
Down by the river, petals float,
Like tiny pink-hued fairy boats.
Millie splashes, playful and free,
Her joy infectious, pure glee.
In this foreign land, familiar love,
My canine companion, gift from above.
Together we witness Spring's grand display,
In Osaka's embrace, this perfect day.