Love beneath the linden tree,
The blue touchpaper of fingers entwined,
And sunsets of ignis fatui,
The lightning wick of lips and the caroming atom,
That once held faces,
All but sear and blast wind and howl of eyes,
All of love adrift.
“Hibakujumoku” means survivor tree or A-bombed tree in Japanese. The linden tree, Tilia miqueliana, is one such tree in Hiroshima, and a Linden Tree Monument exists at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial.
cherry blossoms fall
trees weeping for their homeland
tears of pink and white
I wrote this on the night I found out about the tsunami in Japan in 2011.
Now every spring season when cherry blossoms bloom I remember And I know that nation is still recovering
Being black in Japan
means you have more white spaces
on the day-night trains.
The darkness of U.S.
allows yellow jaundice to
shine its rising sun.
Empty seats allow
black thoughts to make room for small
breezes of knowledge.
That Ainu minstrels
shouldn’t be doing Doo-***
on Nippon TV.
That the jet blackness
of Naomi Osaka
not be a shade light.
That the Shogun kept
no black slaves be an excuse
for all other ones.
That racist white face
teaching black black face hatred
is not a shoeshine.
That racism is a
presumption and is not a
a very good gene.
I heard the sakura has blossomed
i heard the moonlight has spilled
sakura in the moonlight
a taste of peace on this windowsill
moonlight embracing sakura
it's their moment of intimacy
i should slip away quietly
and go to sleep.
from my new anti war book Eventful War
To build an empire you need the right tools
And Imperial Japan had those in abundance
Armed to the teeth with skilled warriors willing to fight
Advanced warplanes like the Zero, Val and Kate
The best torpedoes in the world the Long Lance
The Bushido fighting spirit of never surrender
Outlawed explosive bullets won an empire
A wicked tool was the ‘Assault No 1’ standard military-issue ******
**** as a weapon of war with Comfort Women the prize
Fighting spirit blooded from 1931 until 1945
When the Divine Wind was unleashed
Ravenously fighting till the Imperial Empire fell
the righteous eyes of
the shogun meets the anger
playing in the lord's
Palms burning red.
All in unison, we bang the center -
And hit the drum's edge,
can feel the rumble
in their hearts:
I miss my taiko group...
I don't mind when white people wear
kanji slapped on shirts.
(even if they don't know what it means)
Culture can be an aesthetic.
Just as long as they appreciate it,
I don't care about people wearing Japan as long as they respect the culture and control their enthusiasm.
her voice is silent
but sings lethal melodies
her edge makes wind dance