A walk through the parks
A dog barks
Its teeth as sharp as sharks
'That's not a good rhyme' my brother remarks
: Then how would you fix it?
'You're not a good poet, you must admit'
: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
'You're not smarter, even if you are older'
I hit him lightly on the shoulder
'Ow, that felt like a boulder'
: Back to the rhyme
'All in due time,'
'My talents are all truly sublime'
: Ya, like the times you got your hair stuck in slime
'That was no crime'
'So, A dog barks, and gets in one of those arks'
: Arks? as in the boat?
'Yup, the ones that float'
My brother brays like a goat
: I'll take note
: If you stop acting like a goat

Walking down the park
Moon hides behind a cloud
Stars bringing a spark
Silence changes to sound

Fireworks in the distance
The universe is making a vow
Filling the void with existence
Your mind is there to allow

Galaxies beyond measurement
Twilight shines in the dark
Changing my usual temperament
Twinkle my eyes through the park

Grim mood no longer in consistence
Gods are furnishing to endow
An end to perishing is my insistence
To my will countless planets vow

I am
strolling
gently and easily
across a riverside park,
my sports-shoe clad feet
pressing down and rebounding on soft lush green grass
with each gentle easy step;

I see
the wide blue river
alongside the park and
I gaze at
white yachts anchored and
I smell
the refreshing pungent scent of salt-water and
I look up at
the mid-blue sky with white fluffy clouds floating across and
I feel
walking-through-a-park-Happy.

we talked
ad infinitum
on the docks, at the pier, in the park
it was midsummer, with a warmth like it too
and two sailboats streaked the lake
but for the life of me
I've forgotten what we said
her washed out blond hair
inviting rose colored lips
polka-dotted red & white skirt
and mustard yellow blouse

it was sparsely more than a few
but they seemed to say
"drink it in"

let's hug forever
under the stars
let our skins morph
until we melt into one

i've cried enough tears
to water this spark
but you chase away
the clouds in my heart

stepping off the last train
you marked me like a bloodstain
laid there in that central park
humming to our midnight lullabies

telling stories from our past
dreaming adventures for the future
with your body heat next to mine
there never was a cloudy night.

Have you ever stopped and looked up at the stars?
Have you ever gone for a long night drive in your car?
Have you ever felt love and that intricate feeling?
Sat in your room, alone, starring at the ceiling?
I was doing just that the other night.
Sitting outside, just writing my rhymes.
And something came across my mind.
So here is a question for you.
Have you been enjoying life as much as you know you could?
Because that is the question that hit me.
And, to be honest, I don’t think I have.
I'd like to say yes.
I’d love to tell you that I’m super happy, there’s no problems, and life is good.
But, I can’t lie, I haven’t been living life as much as I know I should.
Many terms have been thrown around.
And I’ve given so much oxygen to them.
I was so close to being drowned.
I gave away breath that they didn’t deserve.
I took my happiness and put it on reserve.
And that is why I’m writing all this down.
This poem’s my reminder for the next term thrown around.
A reminder to not give ear to a wolf’s stirring tongue.
A reminder that you need to enjoy life, because you’re still young.
Not gonna lie, it’s mentally hard.
Especially, when in people’s minds, the wolf has left you scarred.
But, do you remember, back when you used to hear the birds chirp?
Back when the playground was heaven in your eyes.
When nothing could compare to going down that slide.
And maybe, when you fell, you scrapped your knee and cried.
But you’d get right back up and go again next time.
Those are the days I miss.
Because I’ve aloud life to become an abyss.
And, yes, the wolf may talk.
But it’s up to you to choose to listen or walk.
So all I have to say… is remember the stars,
remember the cars,
remember that feeling,
remember that ceiling.
Because, today, I choose to walk.
I will no longer give breath to those who choose to talk.

It wakes up to the warmth of the morning rays,
The dew starts evaporating from the grass blades,
when the first joggers and pet dogs make their way.

As the day progresses, it becomes a playground
for young lovers, artists, birds and nature’s sounds,
Kids join the drama after school, and many more *** around.

My park is loaded with innumerable memories everyday
but all that is left is trash and dog poo at the end of the day,
Only to wake up again to the warmth of the sun the next day.

I began to weep seeing horrors
outside the Urakami Cathedral
amid skeletons of the horrific explosion,
that scarred innocent faces,
burnt patterns on human flesh,
and melted eyes of the pure
on that August day in 1945.
  
The day the bells did not ring
for those disfigured by flames,
charred by unseen radiation,
or left wandering among the dead.  
My tears became fears
outside Nagasaki Peace Park in 1956
seeing the insanity of igniting the air.