Even if I’m alone now, from our yesterdays,
Today is born sparkling,
Like the day when we first met
But what good is a heart if it keeps on aching,
Spirit away in the stream of thoughts, the answer is unclear, always.
Even if I sink even deeper into the embrace of the sea,
I will remember the light of better days,
The whereabouts of the heart have faded,
The kiln has no flame to possess,
Cinder is what is left of this burnt away past.
Mother Purity has been staned by anger,
Sympathizing with fury is a lost cause,
A widdow without a child who cries for help,
But who will answer but the voices from within ?
At least the ghost of the night carried her to sleep,
At least she doesn't have to die in a dream.
The dream which shattered long ago

~ Umi

The time you told me it doesn't make sense.
Our talking to each other has made you tense.
So, in order to make you happy I'm building a fence.
Around me, where I'll live and I'll not speak anything in my defence.

But before that, let me ask you few things that matters.
Have you ever looked at our conversations and all those letters?
I should assume that you must have considered them as chit chatters.
Your thinking this way is the only thing that deters.

Deters me from loving you the same.
Beacuse, for me, this is not like some child's game.
Your reasons are irrelevant and your excuses are lame.
All this is burning me from inside but unlike you I'm burning without a flame.

At last, I wanna ask you something due to which I couldn't sleep last night.
Is your talking to other guys good? Is it, in any way, right?
It's when you were mine, this fact I must highlight.
How does it make sense that they used to hold you tight?

Wouldn’t it be better to be deconstructed
blow apart those held-together pieces

seen as all those same parts,
spent of needs and dependency
each is worth its own weight,
bringing their gift to the whole

wouldn’t they make sense on their own,
more than all the sense I make together?

Yes, it's seemingly a nonsensical rhetorical question, but, for that precise reason, it will illustrate a lesson, if you so desire to tag along for this short session.

Per Wikipedia, "The horse (Equus ferus caballus) is one of two extant subspecies of Equus ferus. It is an odd-toed ungulate mammal belonging to the taxonomic family Equidae." Hmmm... I much prefer that the horse goes "Nay," eats hay, has a mane, and is ridden by cowboys, cowgirls, Indians, equestrians, knights, jockeys, conquistadors, Mongols, and all. Even better, just point a horse out or otherwise show a picture to a kid and they will never be mistaken again. Even the littlest ones will never be stumped when faced with a rhino, tiger, giraffe, camel, and such.

Admittedly, there is a worry that we could be fooled with that of a donkey or mule. How come no one has taken advantage of this?! What a scam to get us rich! "Duh doy," you say, cause we all know when we see a horse, so why would anyone try to trick us with an ***?! Well I ask you in turn, why does anyone try to trick us with good art versus bad, let alone art versus crap? How could anyone fall for that?!

Poem
FOR YOU

where are your footprints?
Do they still mark your
Territories
REPENT

****** numbers
Line against the fire
YOUR ONLY Sacrifice
Would be blendered
In the making
And spit out
Ghost style
Waiting
Waiting
Crawling
Forgiving
Taken

"They" say the sense of smell is closely linked with memory
I never know how else to say where I get that--
Does Eva Green playing an epidemiologist in "Perfect Sense" count?
Probably not, but there is confirmation
in the smell of coffee each morning
My dad made coffee in an old drip-brew;
My mom makes coffee in a French press
I assume my dad still uses a drip brew--
it's the one he used the last time I visited him
That smell brings back family memories, when
everything seemed good
everything seemed whole
the pieces all fit, and there were no cracks
even though I know now it was just a facade
and couldn't last, and it leaves an ugly aftertaste
Like bitter coffee from an old drip-brew