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Someone said: ''they're like butterflies at day, And slowly in the night they fly away.'' A time to bloom for them's the time of night, When visiting, they do adorn the sight. To where, to who and how – we do not know, Except some, who are involved in their show. With swaying moves and dancing fans they swing, Accompanied by ancient songs they sing. Their fan is blooming, fair as the summer-flowers, Crafted in many dedicated hours.
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Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 8:06 AM UTC
On Seeing Geisha
My dear, I am sorry for what I have done. The past continues to haunt my present day actions and feelings, and I feel that has shown time and time again. I sincerely apoligise for me being so clingy. Clingy enough to make you stay away from me. I sincerely apoligise for me being so oblivious and idiotic whenever we talk. I often don't realise that you want to drop a certain topic, or that you are generally uncomfortable with whatever situation I put you in. Please understand that I've never meant to cause you mental anguish, but instead, love and endless support. I know that, in the end, you doubt most of what I say. And I wish that I could so something to make that distrust go away. Maybe someday you'll see the light in between the scenes. Or perhaps someday the darkness of the scenes will overwhelm us both, and we will no longer have the need to worry. Please come back soon... I miss you, and I need you here in my arms. All the love, Samael
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Late_Night_Apologies
After the rain the fills the *** And leaks out the side At the last drop down the roof Even when the wood is wet, I’ll leave. The freshness of the day, Can’t match the lightness in my heart, It’s biking past the bridges, Pushing past the grass in the stream, Soaring down the hills, That pour out from the purple sunset, Hanging down cherry blossoms’ Open hands reaching out to every path. The train has yet to come, But the heat already settled, Cooled by the sun far back, Windows mirrored in its light, Peppered a village under me, Going through all its tall corners, The rails build themselves above me, As I run past every shop, My reflection follows along on the ride
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
Dew, Do
Mr. Lotto Went to Kyoto Clicked a Photo Turned Right Found a Sumo Entered fight Returned home With a Prize
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
Mr. Lotto (Nursery Rhyme)
I'm where I want to be The happy place I've returned after two years Much has changed Many things have not The sights of skyscrapers The scent of green tea and fumes All seems like home to me as I walk through the city Yet I cry Smiling comes from time to time Fake it until you make it comes into play as I'm asked how I am Silent screams of loneliness Tears of yearning For things just beyond my reach I'm falling into the darkness while in my happy place When I return 'home' it will be worse Isolation Pain Frustration Fear All this fills my mind as I wave goodbye to Tokyo Kyoto is to come A spark of joy and excitement Yet why am I dying when I'm in my happy place Tokyo & Kyoto
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Happy Place
The water's dreamy, slowly flowing Between the corners of the streets, Adorned brightly with lantern lights, While the midnight wind is blowing. Their moony, rosy brows are glowing, At the breezing Kyoto nights, Presenting to many crowds sights Who're beautiful, while on they're going. A maiko here, a geisha there, Fleeting around in the bright moonbeams, Like sakura petals on a spring-night. I ask, they are going to where, Besides just ending up in dreams With their paints who're red and white?
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Kyoto's Butterflies
Kyoto rock garden: mist rises among the pines... where is that remote? Bashō-san help me ! That big frog on lily pad scared me with Haiku. Shinto temple dawn... monks ringing the temple gongs: what a hangover. Island of robots poetic soul of ***** and those weird soft drinks From bowlegged troops invading the entire East to bland consumers. Japanophilia: weakness of the western mind grass no greener
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Japonaiseries
Once core of the Land of The Rising Sun, Where the business of Emperors were done. Over a thousand-years a capital, Flourishing art and culture of people. Most cities emerged from little bazaars, From little candles to luminous stars. But now a city of customs and calm, Where all the fine-arts and culture blooms from. Cities like these are filled with mystery, Alluring folks from distance silently.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
On Kyoto
Beauty and elegance does lie Within each move and act of them, While passing by each looking eye, Styled with a flower-diadem Where each petal shines like a gem Whenever fondled by moonlight, Or appearing in-front eyesight, Decorating the rainy streets, Where they walk at day and at night, While this world of them flits and fleets. This flower-tradition should stay, Of pure entertainment with smiles, Who's to History a gateway, To find the ancient arts and styles, Or else it will take us much miles To return to the fleeting past, Who for a small portion does last Particularly in their own being Who's almost replaced by the fast Roads who are all from past fleeing.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Geiko
She's standing there in the beams of the moon, Listening to the traveling wind's tune. Surrounded by the wonders of nature, Walking around in her sweet leisure. Here is the place where her silk meets the leaves, Who will never merge even when she leaves. While the wind carries the past, she does too, Adding color to history's gray hue.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
A Geiko's Leisure
On a cloudy Autumn day rain is the weather. A blossom petal on the wet streets of Gion. The soothing sounds of Koto in the theater. A walking Geisha on the wet streets of Gion. A soft kiss by the wind blows the petal away, All elegantly through the wet streets of Gion. The Geisha sings a song to cheer up this sad day, Sings elegantly through the wet streets of Gion.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
The Wet Streets Of Gion
The moon-faces walk by as the rain falls, Noticed by every eye as the rain falls. Strangers greet the flowers of art and silk, Silence is their reply as the rain falls. Tea houses and lanterns light up the streets, While blossom petals fly as the rain falls. Stillness is the answer to my question, No voice, no haw nor sigh as the rain falls. Gihon remains longing to their reply, Will they answer his 'why' as the rain falls?
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Gion
Awake to a slowly beating drum morning meditation drifting up the hill in the garden, tiny birds add sweet highs tuneless ravens, the bass undertone trees whisper ancient lyrics on the passing breeze. We stroll the Path of Philosophy through massive wooden gates into carefully sculpted gardens exploring the endless number of temples dotting Kyoto each more lovely than the last. Quiet Nanzen-Ji is where I feel the most following worship worn steps to a cave-shrine heady with wet and incense we are purified by waterfall spray before returning the way we came voices hushed buoyed by eternity’s hand. The hotel lobby is filled with crimson and saffron glistening heads and broad smiles from monks gathered there we bow to each other and are one may it never be forgotten revelers arrive by busload for hanami, cherry blossom viewing beneath a revered tree decked out in pink splendor lit from below to radiate surreal, internal light we sample Kobe yakitori soba and corn grilled over open flame as we flow through the smiling celebratory crowd we savor what is transitory as sparks and blossoms whirl settling on our hair and skin.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Kyoto
Lying together in the calm of night eyes losing focus, drifting towards sleep, there was always one more thought to speak, one more kiss to give. Black hair shone like ravens' wings on silken pillows. At dawn, I would lead my army into battle, never to return. Now, you turn your face to smile at a new love, holding a black umbrella over her pretty blond head. When we met, our souls saw who we were   to one another. But that was then, my love.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
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