Akira forest combined.

Voice.
Boxes, orange.
For subtle change in blush.
Nothing.
Really. . . chilling Michael.
Pineapple and say hello.
Yellow on the shirt.
Napkin brain.
Right em down.
Defective poems and it's all fine.
It's all fine.
I'm sure.


Garrett Johnson.

"The role of an artist is not to look away." A famous quote by Japanese director, Akira Kurosawa is a study into the human side of photographers or film technicians and the generic "role of an artist." We should not be ignorant and therefore, careless, to things that might not concern us. Being insightful and thorough is the route to perfect your art.

Gene Wilder's ***** Wonka once asked me
to step into a world
of pure imagination
and I danced to his voice
of sugary imperfections.
The swelling strings drizzled
on top falsetto inflections
captured me childishly
with candy-coated attentions

But even the finest chocolate melts,
and I learned to let purity be
pushed by treacly lyrics
or stern midgets secure
in their fudge-topped zealotry.
It sifts too pretty for me,
powdering my grown-up
infatuations with petty
wants, getting a little messy

What I crave instead's stained-glass contraptions
to propel me past the stretches
of biblical proportion
where light and dark don't mix.
I'm no Idiot, good-hearted
in the veins of Fyodor
or Akira, and I can't see
beyond the pure tedium
of a blurredly driven snow

I like my mental drifts grime-choked and splotched
with some savory do
dropped in to dissolve flossy
confections to a salted soup
of imagined impurity.

In the beginning
there is a class
of creatures we call Gods
that much later
we realize are just mono-
instances of god.

From the tower
I babble tongues,
coded messages and ciphers
that you implement
in your daily rituals
and obsessive behaviors.

In R, it's something like,
christ <- god(moral compass)

In Ruby it could be
buddha = God.new

And perhaps a nihilist or we
would find happiness in

10000.times do
pushRock = buhdda.take(me)
end

It's all pidgin for me,
unstructured glimpses at a world
that's moving and changing
faster than my non-existent
grandson can comprehend.

It's all a network
of +1 and like'd
firing mix media,
reinforcing a nascent
thought stream,  
back-propagating our legends
and fairy tales, Grimm
reminders of epic Odyssey |
5 Armies in film |
Warring States |
loping dog with a severed hand
in Akira black & white mouth
repossessing Spaghetti Westerns
back into our feudal *****.

Fire, firing
into the Monsoon rain.
Always in the Hemingway
rain of symbols and Matrix
green code.

And in my cupped hand,
I catch glimmering fireflies,
instances of Gaiman's
American gods, Tricksters,
Coyotes, and my faithful
Dog smiling at me.

I am wanting to thank some very incredible people.
I also am hoping others will , also.
With that in mind I would like to list
ten poets here I feel people need to read.
My list consists of poets who are always active and generous ,
have good humor and sense.
I would like others to add their ten to my list.
And hopefully everyone eventually gets a shout out.
In the comments list ten poets you admire and would like to see
others appreciate. I will add  them to this list.
If you would like to list more feel free , the more the merrier, and the more
poets get a shout out and their name shared. I will add as many as you can type!
After all , this is goodwill and spirit and sharing and I feel good .


Vicki
Mark Cleavenger
Terry Collett
Ja
Sally Bayan
Emily Burns
Jules Winerose
Lady RF
Sukanya Sinha Roy
Valsa George
(Bill Hughes contributed the following)
Mary Winslow
Randolph L. Wilson
Elizabeth J
Bex
Ezra Warhol
my dearest reno
Wordvango
Jeff Stier
taia iverson
Dave Hewitt
Kristy Renae Dalton
(added by Eric W)
SPT
Doug Potter
Lola Park
SoulSurvivor
Inevitably Raised By Ducks
(added by Vicki)
Shawna Michele
Spygrandson
r
Woody
Pradip Chattopadhyay
SJR 1000
the seatbelt effect
Sonja Benskin Mesher
Don't Call Me Johnny
nivek
WL Winter
K Mae
Liz Balize
patty m
Pamela Rae
Sean Tierney
William Poppen
Michael Kagan
Biche
Irinia
Mikeccc
Paul Gaffney
Karina Norris Viers
Dawn
Brother Jimmy
Anthony
Phil Roberts
David Ehrgott
Jason Clarke
Angstrom
Jamadhi Verse
born
Weeping Willow
Terry Jordan
Traveler
Tonya Maria
CA Guilfoyle
elizabeth j
Grumpy Thumb
David Patrick O'C
f
(added by Sukanya Sinha Roy)
Eli N
Poetryjournal
Traveller
The Dead Sea
Zero
Nishu Mathur
James Michael Hail
Nagi
Angstorm
(Added by Sjr 1000)
Wardha
nagi
PoetryJournal
My Dystopia
Life's Jump
Bala
Nat Lipstad
Melissa
Ded Poet
Denel
Bex
Luiz Machado
(added by Jamadhi Verse)
Lora Lee
Wild is the Wind
Lalin
Akira Chen
R k
Onoma
Mydystopia
Stephanie
Stephan
Pradip :)
Karishna
(added by elizabeth j)
NB.
Lonely Soldier
Lily Mae
Thomas P Owens Sr
Sir WCA
Midnight Rain
Melissa S.
( added by Lori Jones McCaffery?
James
Kim Johanna Baker
Demonatachick
Elizabeth J
Yasaman Johari
Jean Lin
Lawrence Hall
Landon Miller
Chris Neilson
Pagan Paul
Sun Princess
Elizabeth Squires
Keith Wilson

They'll recognize me
by the sound of thunder in
my reputation.

I am no hero,
and I'm no antagonist.
I'm common at least.

Somehow I touch you
and you are changed, and it means
nothing about me.

They will know me by
a storm of fates, bent centers,
violent in the wind.

My playlist on Youtube writes itself into a poem
It elicits Love, Lust, Loss anger along with a few other emotions
Ratatat takes me on a tour of Rome
PHOX shows me how to dance in Slow Motion
John Denver joins me on the tour of Country Roads

Highlight Tribe encourages me to Free Tibet
Bioshock Infinite do I dream of with Schyman Elizabeth
Kavinsky with his beats, urging me to Outrun
Lose Sight now and again with Andrew Bayer and Ane Burn

Abandoned Pools take me down the memory lane in Clone High
Foo Fighters whisper in my ear that I too can Learn To Fly
COCAINEJESUS, Akira, beats and samples; I have PINEAPPLEKISSES
Cloud Nothing reminds me that I should Stay Useless

Discover A Little Opus as I take a ride on Little Comets
Sky Rabbit opine and observe the present In Our Times
Joey Badass shares with me his funky ideals of World *******
Coheed and Cambria describe brotherhood in Key Entity Extraction

Geroge Ezra sings an ode to fathers in Listen to the Man
Perfect shows me the other side of the coin with Simple Plan
The Peppers tell a story of starting over covered in Snow
Shakey Graves says takes a chance and Roll the Bones

John Wayne Gacy Jr. the serial killer is immortalised by Sufjan Stevens
Imagine Dragons, the subconscious and fears come alive in Demons
Owl City tells a fantastic fable about insomnia in Fireflies
Ellie Goulding finds sweet slumber even in dark times in *Lights

"Why are you crying?
You knew it was going to die."

Humans are strange creatures.
I've known that from the start.

You were no exception.
For the time being.

You cried over everything.
Animals dying, falling over.

Whatever it was, you'd cry.
In a way, I thought you were pitiful.

But I have grown since childhood.
Remembered who I was, once upon a time.

I'd cross worlds to protect you.
Even though you contradict me all the time.

You don't like what I say.
I never understood why.

I killed all those humans for you.
Those heathens.

But even then, you cry.
You cried and cried until no more tears would flow.

I remember the words to spoke to me.
Each one slipping out on a sharp tongue.

You had no more tears.
They had run out.

You hated me.
Despised me.

So we fought.
I thought we could reconcile.

Begin again.
Life brand new.

But when I turned to you to speak.
What stared back at me was dull.

A hollow vessel.
Void of a human heart.

You wouldn't speak to me.
You wouldn't breathe for me.

No matter how much I yelled.
You would never hear.

And for the first time in my life.
I cried.

"Hey, Akira,
What are these feelings?"

I’m not of this time
Future traveler on vacation in the Land of Lost, a ship out of fuel, a world confusing, 30th century fool
I came to observe blind beings who bend to the will of a surrounding chaos

After 1000 years adrift... Tired of the creeping tedium, I’ve become one
Tired of Logging anime patches and social media confessionals for the folks back home, I became one

You see, 21st century tragedy **** is big in the future, along with Akira and the selected letters of Eugene O’Neil

I’m lost, tell my subordinates
Confused, no need of a map, I know the coordinates, but I’ve become one

You’re not supposed to fall in love on these missions
Just take manga pics, perhaps monitor your fission

But the eyes I’m lost in
A fading autumnal green
I had to see her, I had to be seen
A violation but I’m trained,
still I’m weak, a mind so ingrained
(I am one of you now)

While drunk counting slightly smeared, sparkles on glass glittered lips, I found myself: in love
I told her: “The wine taste on your tongue is sacramental”
A feigned profundity, it’s incidental
(a convenient disguise for my insanity)

She doesn’t love me back. But I found myself

cdh

I'm in an inquisitive mood so I want to ask you does it matter that my skin tone is somewhat darker than you?
Does it matter that I'm neither Skinnier or fatter that I don't have kool aid and malt liquor taking up space in my bladder?
that I'm reading Akira, a manga, a very good one at that, does it seem odd to you, that I do these things, yet I'm black?

Does it make me less of a black man, no scratch that does it make me less of a human
that I'm proud of my roots but hate what people can do? That I honestly see in the world behind my eyes
that a guy with a beard and turban can fly these friendly skies unchallenged or is that just a hallucination brought on by too much purple drank and watermelon
Does it matter that I don't intend on being a felon or having a record
that I sometimes think the world's on a chessboard while I'm stuck with checkers

Is it too much to ask
that one day harmony happens with an ear splitting blast
that my skin tone or ring tone won't matter in the greater scheme of things...
that maybe the fact that my name isn't to blame for what others do in slew of what's really happening.. what do you think?

Akira
Show me the way
Through the walls
In my mind
And when you do please stay
Despite all odds
With all your might
Akira
Today is the beginning of tomorrow
Let the problem of one person
Be the the problem of everyone
When we see the light we'll follow
The Blue bird will fly away soon
And all of us into the hands of the Sun

She yelled”Crush me, will gush out with vengeance more strongly as a stream
My desire to live and conquer will wipe out darkness like Sun beam
******* to smithereens ,but ,me bullied into silence? No ......never
No one ever pities me ,no one has the right to define me ........ever.”

He cried “ Take away my childhood but dare not ****** dreams from my eyes
Today I am victim of circumstances, tomorrow may hold a surprise
Discourage me every step of the way ,but,me stopped ?No ....never
No one ever suppresses my voice ,or strangles  my spirit ........ever.”

Born out of wedlock she is unduly the victim of tarnished identity.
Respect him for- what he is than who he is - don’t deny him dignity.
Let their innocence,youthfulness,exuberance be the essence of beauty.
Usher in a new dawn,sans bleeding hearts,throttled laughters and fractured society !

Girls are born victims of gender biased, so called progressive era
They are trapped in bottomless dark pits,yet,may be called Akira
They are victims of greed,need and misdeed of male chauvinists
Kids,marred,scarred,tarred,dumped for life, them who will uplift?

In our zeal to conquer we have all but landed on Mars and Moon
Progressiveness of civilised world,who decides it is a bane or boon?
A crying shame ,children are deprived of their innocent childhood Women,the torch bearers of society,who cares for the tears THEY shed ?
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra.........29/5/2020
Akira....A Japanese word means light, bright ,clear..

I remember us sat looking at Manga cartoons like it was yesterday. But now?
She's gone away.
And I'm just a ghost
in a shell.

When I watch Akira I still hear her.

And,

the fading sound,

of
our era.

help me baby, akira-kun shot me in the head.
i feel
beautiful.
and poor little midori's out there
bleeding in the car.

god... it's like being back in a schoolyard,
although i'd prefer that -
the rough and tumble...
   start a fight, get a kid crying -
start massaging his kidneys with fists...
banter -
           teenage boy humor -
WWF and favorite music interludes -
                  curiosity confined to lunch boxes...
weird fruits,
   and plain old cheese & ham
white bread sandwiches -
   perhaps with some
      branston's original pickle...
an orange thrown at someone's head
from a distance of 30 meters,
                         hitting the bulls eye...
half an hour in the morning,
an hour in the afternoon...
             but this current revitalized
schoolyard?
      this pseudo-nostalgia?
   i don't buy into it...
     i have enough funds to buy myself
video equipment -
   mediocre -
   but when people start making videos,
i'm only thinking about
     you've been framed! -
            plus...
     drinking is far more entertaining
than exercising the one right that gives
you a radar presence...
      drinking and writing is a partnership...
talking on video?
     is apparently allied with coffee...
i hate coffee...
              breakfast:
   ice cubes, 10 strawberries,
       10 blackberries,
   crème fraîche,
3 teaspoons of sugar,
   some vanilla extract...
              milk...
BLITZ...
          hey presto...
                                     breakfast...
it's not that it's even the big tech
firms that are to blame...
    and the alternative media,
doesn't exactly have enough avenues
to write more than 300 characters...

like i wrote on gab.ai -

i might have been a fan of the early Japanese
Godzilla movies, Akira Kurosawa,
but within the confines of a 300 character cage?
i write European poetics, Quixotic ramblings
akin to Tom Waits...
the haiku form is not exactly to my liking.

youtube was always my go to place,
to forage and scout for new music
before i embarked on buying
the classic 1980's artifact in the form of
quicksilver...
                    
back into an ontological debacle,
nothing more...
                  
i really try to avoid internet drama,
the mediocre drama
  and their subsequent outlets...
    i did that at school...
      and to recall -
   one one girl committed suicide
at the school...
within the spread of 8 years...
     that's pretty **** good...

not really... poetry is already niche...
it's not built for 300 characters,
notably of the European schooling...
i hate haikus,
i prefer Afghan landays
of their women...
        
and i probably could reach a much
wider audience with video...
but like i already said:
   drinking ***** into the excesses -
and making videos?
not a good a idea...

          like some will prefer the village
life, or a town under 100,000
if not less...
   while others just love the sound
of traffic of an urban juggernaut
compared to the deafening of
the sound of rain, and the hysterics of
screeching foxes at night...

       hmm... jealousy...
   that major trait of the tetragrammaton,
must imply that other gods
do exist...
                   a deity couldn't possibly
be jealous of the non-existence
of beings of equal stature...
                 since he would simply
laugh and squabble,
   over, yet another, batch of blind,
non-intuitive human beings...

i can't write and be sober simultaneously...
so the extra audience number
as show of a competitive mentality
just went out of the window...

i wonder what feeling jealous must be
like...
   watching a 0 turn into a 2000...
    overnight...
then again i'm interested in cognitive tattoos...
i shy away from the current
bite, spit & squabble
   seeing content creators implode -
resorting to cite themselves
in fierce opposition...

     freedom of speech?
   from what i've seen?
      best left on paper...
                 in a medium of actual,
reciprocal effort of the person
writing, to the person reading -
without the passivity of
    the lax listener...
        music is for that...
                   freedom of speech already
has the adequate filters -
written, not spoken...
    given that the former is
in equilibrium -
           books don't bite,
   but a waggling tongue at the end
of the earphones?
    
   - and what's with this boasting about
the number of emails one might receive?
i haven't received not 1,
  in the past 5 years, if not longer...
     and...
              who could ever complain
about such... lucidity of the original message,
where people have actually managed
to leave you, the **** alone?