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  Jan 2018 Ay2brutus
Akira Chinen
It all started so long ago
that even time cannot recall
where or how it all began
and I was not there
but somehow in part I was
and you as well
though we don’t remember
in the traditional way of remembering
yet we can see in the ways
that leave our eyes blind
that we all were there
in some small
yet infinitely important way
a thread pulled from the nothing
that turned into everything
a spool of love unfurling in waves
of sound and dance
and life and death
and Vincent yellow stars
and pastel ballerina Degas
and time melting into pools of Dali
and sounds trapped
in in the silent world of Beethoven
and the drum beat of Kerouac
and the flowers of Baudelaire
and the drunk truth of Bukowski
and something lost
in the shape of memory
betrayed by what would become ego
was the simplicity of joy
before we had flesh to cover our bones
and bones to move our flesh
and our hearts where stars
that dreamt against the emptiness
in the space between what was
and what could be
and in the pulse of becoming
and into the flow of being
and with the birth of want and need
we gave ego sharp tooth and claw
and drew lines across the night
and dived eternities horizon
into heaven and hell
and pulled the gods and devils
from a hat that we found
upon a corpse that was once
a man made out of snow
from a land where winter
was not cold and bitter
but had a gently warmth
and easy fire that was calm and clean
and things of all sort knew
that the need to be loved
was no more or less important
than the need to love
for time was a waste of all
when absent of the art of love
and now what are we
if we are not allowed to dream endlessly
if we are not allowed to love infinitely
if we fail to live kindly
if we ever forget
the art of love
then the beginning may as well
have been the end
Ay2brutus Jan 2018
Listen to the sparrows
Sing
Their wings
A lullabye
Try to imagine
You in my arms
Come
Stay
A while,
Love.
Ay2brutus Jan 2018
There, into the many,
Bouncing off walls floors
Ceilings, there
In the white hall,
Splendid marble busts
In coves all similarly
White
Alone,
Wandering the
Edges of the plaster
Grandeur
Cove tops the gilded
Gold of the frames holding
An hour of blood work
A life of toil,
A sampling
Of the fibre
Of a soul
Kept
On display
Forever
Tells
A story
Makes a foil
Ay2brutus Jan 2018
I like my companions
My. Troop.
They are
The silence wise
Introspective.
I respect
An introvert.
There are deep
Things rumbling.
Thoughts and why's and
Seeds.
I stand by
Them.
Silently.
Having him by my side
                              makes me feel safe
                                      from all the dangers
                                 that i may come across
                                         during this walk in life.
                                                       With him by my side
                                                        i feel capable to walk
                                      these paths, life puts before me,
           i know that all steps
                   i walk by his side
                           will be worthy ones,
                                 they will be the right ones.
                    Because i feel his strength of love
                                                            ­               decency
                                                         ­           friendship
                                           ­                   honesty
                                                     faithfulness
                                 by the simple touch of his hand
                                       or
                                             by the light in his eyes
                                             when he looks at me.
             He helps me look to the future
             with a certainty
             that happiness is possible
             those obstacles
             we should never fear,
             there will always be obstacles
             always dark clouds and shadows
             but
             together, we will always find a way
             out of these difficulties
             we together will always find our light.
                     Because we together
                         will always keep our hearts
                              filled with this greater feeling
                                 called love!
                                        A love that means unity
                                                      harmo­ny
                                                companionship
                                                          and
                                                         faith
                                         in a life, we have chosen
                                                      toge­ther.
                                              For our hearts
                             are filled with a beauty
                        and
                    inflated with the confidence
               and hope
only a great love can bring.
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  Jan 2018 Ay2brutus
wordvango
Sounds like the sun setting
When you get sad baby
Sounds like the moon refusing
To get up
It says **** all this
I'm taking the night off
Sounds like all the traffic
Outside rubber
Asphalt wheel bearing brakes
When you said
You come home from work
To no one
I looked up at the neon sign
Annie's Convenience Store
Crickets minnows
Some nameless CIG
Advertised
$3.59
And felt the same 1000
Or more miles away
And all I can do
Say
Is kiss you in words smack that *** virtually
To get you to smile I
Say stupid **** and verbalize how
I talk to the stars

And they all know your name
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