#kyoto
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.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 8:06 AM UTC
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
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
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
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
Mr. Lotto
Went to Kyoto
Clicked a Photo
Turned Right
Found a Sumo
Entered fight
Returned home
With a Prize
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
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
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
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?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
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
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
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.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
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.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
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.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
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.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
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?
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
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.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
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.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC