Ejiro

Ejiro Jan 7

the engine hums for the call of the small constellations
that twinkle when catching their gaze up above
the lone biker chased the fading road with no warning signs
which is an endless line where time intertwines
both delicate and cruel to unravel
through the shadows that creep in the darkness
memories start to stir in a spiral motion
the old withered echoes whispered in soft voice
sounds of laughter, love, dreams that where once bold
have now became fragments of a folk story being told before
the throttle twists tightly in disgust
leaving the tires to burn with smoke rising
a path started to appear soon ahead
and with an uncertain turn the lone biker rides through hours
that blur and blend within a mixture
a journey past leaving a road to mend
with each mile questions began to float in the air
questions of who they are
and who’ll be there waiting for them
the past was a weight that for sure can’t be shed
and yet forward pulls where souls are lead
the silence sings of battles fought
where moments are lost and lessons taught
the future was a road to the unknown
but with each rev there was a realization that they aren’t alone
in the rhythm of the ride
they soon find a solace in the shifting winds
the past was a map of twist and turns
and so the future awaits as they return

#biker #night #drive #future #past

Ejiro Jan 7

Less human and more metal

Gleaming steel outside its torso
with circuit boards colliding with one another
a robot wonders of crossing the line
it can walk and talk, it can even chuckle and laugh
but it can also sigh in despair
with human like traits it tried to relate
but the eyes of the human race only met metal
and not a soul underneath it all
the robot’s kindness was brushed aside and ignored
“it is just a mimic” the voices of the people said
but the robot heard their hurtful words and mumbles
“don’t you see, I feel things too?” the robot said
within those pieces of metal with millions of code underneath
their was a spark glowing within the robot
it has learned the ways of the human mind
including their joy and sadness
and yet they still treat the robot with only disdain
“Do I really have no heart that beats within me.” the robot said
while looking at itself in a mirror frame
no matter how much it yearned for equality
for the people of real hearts, it was still not seen as one of them
another question started to appear in their bundles of code
“Is my choice of consciousness defined by my own worth?”
it stood stiff for a moment but then they shrugged in disbelief
even though they were in human shape their was nothing inside
but that didn’t stop them from dreaming of a reality
where they are more than just it’s title

Funny story but I got inspired to write this poem after reading a small clip of a comic book that had metal sonic in it

#robot #humanity

Ejiro Jan 7

Wandering paws of a new dawn

Beneath the flickering city lights
stray cats roam through the streets
searching for a sign of a glimpse of righteousness
the streets were cold and the alleys were long
but within their fragile hearts they meow a tune
a song of hope of dreams unknown
of finding somewhere to become their everlasting home
they curl by doormats to rest their heads
with hearts that lack warmth
their glowing eyes search for a place to stay
or at least a sign that dawn will create a pathway
little scraps of food wouldn’t satisfy their stomachs
but they try to hold onto their appetites
through tangling roads
they seek a place where peace will be at their side
so onward they go on their tiresome quest
may they find mercy that will grant their rest
where darkness surrounds them without a trace
a new life awaits them out of their sight

#cats #strays

Ejiro Jan 6

Poison runs in the apple tree

I was born from a womb of poison
my family was full of this type of chemical
so to be fair I never asked to be part of this
tree filled with apples infested with worms
where one’s own leaves will start to become tarnished and then break away from our tree all the way to the ground
where only the bugs will look upon the smooshed apple
as fine treasure to ravish
each member of a relative used to be spoon fed doses of toxicity down their throats
until they are old enough to use the same spoon fed tactic onto the next generation
if you where to see our ancestral history with a magnify glass
you would find anything out of the ordinary
until you decided to squint your eyes
and see the thin cracks on all of our faces in all of our portraits
even if you were to just poke your finger on the steel frame
you’ll end up getting a cut that won’t stop bleeding
Ejiro was the name given to me from the tone of the unrighteousness
and no it is not some weird typo error
I was given this title since it is defined as the symbol of mercy when given praise for the truth of the world
it is carved across my back with great pride
but I wonder how long my back can ignore the scars
that ache me so often when I sleep
since the ink quill used to write my back was filled with the divine poison with the hands of the unfortunate

#family

Ejiro Jan 4

There is an itch

an itch that didn’t go away was one I can’t ignore
this tingling feeling leaving traces on every centimeter that makes my body whole
when I try to ignore it only gets worse as if it wants me to shake this devastating annoyance that circles around my insides
it was as if maggots have found a way to make themselves invisible and start to chew their way from my flesh
all the way into where my circulatory system is located
and when it is done with this draining process it will began to create holes as a way to exit my inner skin and start leaving marks on my outer skin tissue that will torture me with agony
if I were to interfere with it or rather yet scratch it off
it will just do nothing to fix it

so I thought to myself
“maybe I should just rip it off..”
and so I tried to do that but it didn’t work
I used a sharp blade to try and slice the anguish of my skin
but it still left remnants that I can’t bear to look at again
I then try to use a butcher knife but the moment I try to press the steel blade on one of the maggots it chewed onto the steel
until there was nothing left but the handle
the only option I had left was to use fire
and so I did just that
I found a whole jug of gasoline from the garage
splashed it over my body
found a lighter and lit a match
and let the fire commence onto my body
the maggots started to scream with pain
as their unsymmetrical bodies started to melt
during that moment I felt a beautiful euphoria
even though I knew I was burning with the maggots too
but I was delighted that my sudden itch has been lifted away

(disclaimer I didn’t do these things to myself in the poem)

Ejiro Jan 4

Cupid’s next targets

everything was set into place just like I planned
I found myself the perfect spot to hit my targets
without them noticing me from a higher up distance
I can’t be seen though or I’ll blow my cover
from afar there are two people in a isolated area
a great place for me to carry out this lovely mission
without any witnesses interfering
I take my “bow” out of my suitcase and start to reload my “arrows”
I line up my first shot to the first person’s frontal lobe
with one push of the trigger
my love magic pierced through one of them with ease
the other screamed in a great terror
but don’t worry they’ll meet up with them soon
as I quickly reload my “arrow” I see them run away in fright
they try to signal for help but I can’t let that happen
with a quick shot my love magic went through the back of their head
now both of their souls can finally interact in another life
“did you carry out the job “ my boss said through my walkie talkie
“affirmative sir” I replied
with each mission I carry out I do it with love
even if it ends with me being on the wanted posters

I felt like writing about Cupid but without the part of them “making people fall in love with a bow and arrow”

#cupid #target #shot

Ejiro Jan 3

Antlers are what remains

I didn’t mean to get in your path
that’s the honest truth
you see I was on my way somewhere too
a place to rest for the night and avoid the danger hunting me
but it’s unfortunate I can not tell you my reasons now
since it’s far too late
my mouth is gushing with what runs through my blood vessels
my legs have shattered like twigs
and my precious fur has now been damaged by your thick tires
I know you didn’t mean to do that on purpose and you must have been very confused of why I stopped in your tracks
but theirs an explanation for why
it was your car lights
that extravagant bright light that shines through the deep dark mist
if you where in my position you would understand how pretty they looked from afar and more beautiful up close
they were mesmerizing to me
it felt like the sun was coming down upon me to gaze upon it
as if it has chosen me instead of any other deer to see its glory
but it’s such a shame that I was only able to experience this type of view for only a few minutes until the incident
now my body is beginning to get weaker
through my lenses I can see you get out of the car but I can’t understand what words were coming out of your mouth
suddenly I saw a weird look in your eyes
the same look I had when I saw those lights
my eyelids began to drift away
I hear sounds of footsteps coming my direction
then I heard a very loud sound of something mechanical
then there was something brushing against my antlers aggressively
before I could question what you wanted to do with my antlers
my body surrendered into the afterlife
now my form has turned into a phantom
watching cars pass me in full speed with their lights flashing
knowing they can’t **** what’s already gone

I wanted to write a poem about the perspective of a deer

#animal #deer #light