i'm your "Pluto"
i may get lost away from your all round system,
but my absence will no way allow
your hands to position 'an  another',
nevertheless your heart beats for the'other' better.

i'm your "Pluto"
i too have quite a complex and mysterious world,
some parts yet not revealed but,
my heavens will ask you to retain for the hour,
when every treasures will be unlocked by you,
"memories exploding with entitled expeditions",
that's what your dreams are and mine
is to "materialize all yours".

i'm your "Pluto"
and you are my spirited sun,
and my round around the sun is discrete
not the same like others do,but "rare" as you are.

i'm your "Pluto"
and my surface is extremely cold,
it's a hell me  as
life sustains only for certain period,
and with those lives i have a lots of thoughts,
that i share with myself all the day alone.
"you look cool,hope you stay here forever and ever."

i'm your "Pluto"
and you are my "Charon",
with you together till death do us apart
will the "together planet".

(i wish,i worth every single letter of it)

The brown leaves holding fast
To the grey branches
Of the post oak tree,
Above the unblemished snow,
Are more beautiful
Than apocryphal angels

It doesn't come with
pageantry and pomp.
Happiness comes with the
soft whirl of the
ceiling fan, while I
sit and watch the
snow fall through
the venetian blinds.

It's the end of
debauched
momentary celebrations of
scoring enough
change to get a pint of
*****, to avoid withdrawals.
Dead friends on a
street to nowhere.

Happiness comes softly in
the jingle, jangle bells on
the cat toy, as the
kittens play.
All around me, living things.
African violets and aloe vera plants.

I live for the Zen on
the banks of the pond
amidst the cattails and willows.
Bluegill and small bass
swim the shallows.

It's the end of chasing
the chaos of attaining
things that
rot and rust.
Happiness comes
quietly with a clear
conscience and some
good coffee, as I sit
on furniture that I own
and pray for my
fellow man.

It comes in the
bliss of a hot bath.
The spirit is cleansed in
love and gratitude.

From

Nowhere

To

Nowhere

Grew too big for home

Out you go

Fly or die

Hototogisu