Inequality
And lack of social justice
In my opinion
Is the source of hate and rage
So, what do you think of that?

Deep inside of you
There glows a fire, warm and bright
My eyes reflect it

Reaching out I knew
That maybe I'd be bitten
Temptation drew me

In beauty may I walk.
All day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.

Beautifully will I possess again.
Beautifully birds . . .
Beautifully joyful birds


On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.
With dew about my feet may I walk.

With beauty may I walk.
With beauty before me, may I walk.
With beauty behind me, may I walk.
With beauty above me, may I walk.
With beauty below me, may I walk.
With beauty all around me, may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.

It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.

She is a flower
And I am a honeybee
Nuzzling her petals

Powder blue and clear skies
Streaming chrome yellow sunlight
Good morning my love

In miniskirt she
Dances, streaked hair and all that
but oh, she is old!

Lazing peonies
Smooth petaled, plump and blushing
Hummingbird's harem

I was there for you
But when my time of need came
I could not find you
A lesson learned some would say
But I am not so simple

I think the subject which will be of most importance politically is Mass Psychology... Its importance has been enormously increased by the growth of modern methods of propaganda. Although this science will be diligently studied, it will be rigidly confined to the governing class. The populace will not be allowed to know how its convictions are generated.

A yellow jacket
Pulsed while scaling candied ham
Then braced, sawed a piece
Away it swayed amongst oaks
Cicadas shrilled loud and hot

Like the wild, wild geese
Rising high over my head
In soaring chevrons
Loudly calling as they fly
I, love to cruise with my friends

After the rainstorm
The skies' transparent jewels
Strung on spiderwebs
Sparkle and glint like diamonds
Upon an emerald field

Such a clever man
He was full of eloquence
And goobledegook

At the Firemen's  Club
Dancing to the saxophone
Beer puts the fire out

She is visiting
Blue eyed as a Siamese
she curls up and purrs

As beautiful as
Otsuyu, lantern in hand
Wending through the fog

Gray fluorescent sky
Sharp, crisp, cutout horizon
Autumn colours pop
I stop, savoring the view
People hurry past, unmoved

Roses by the path
Pretty pink and small flowered
Have the sweetest smell

A pretty pink rose
A blossom without peer
Love is in flower

I will and must dream
but what you think may be right
Loves my ******

Oh you are clever
So full of yourself, I see
Worldly and stylish
And always cooler than cool
Too bad you are so blind

Firecrackers at night
Orange flash, saltpeter smell
Pumpkin flashes smile

Try to separate
The wheat from the chaff of life
But don't try too hard

Billions of sheep
Following false bellwether's
To the abattoir
Starving, they jostle for crumbs
While those dressed as wolves eat lamb

And when I touched her
A fiery blaze burned through me
Now aching for more
I no longer cared at all
If tomorrow came or not

Blown glass Ornaments
Sprinkled with crushed glass frosting
On the fragrant tree
Below, a child stares, beguiled
Nearby the hearth snaps and pops

Finally rain comes
Rivers swell and falls cascade
Clouds cloak the mountains
And in the churning rapids
Salmon shimmer, leap and dance

Red, orange, yellow
Green, blue, indigo, violet
Fair reflecting arch
Against a dark and brooding sky
Bouncing back the sun's bright light

I am a mortal
And there is no shame in that
I am not perfect
And I feel no shame in that
For my love is without stain

I lay on pine bows
Beneath a star splattered sky
And dreamt and then woke
She came to me in moonlight
Morning cast her far away

You are looking at
Me with that sly smile again
I wonder, but you don't

Run before the wind
Pay out the mainsail and jib
Desire strongly gusts