Yellow-haired shinobi
    Hokage of our hearts
Teach us all of bravery
    With your deadly ninja arts!

How sharper than a kunai
    And mightiest by far
Uzumaki Naruto
    Konoha's brightest star!

When you're starving for some ramen
    And your chakra needs a fill
Have a bowl with Naruto-chan
    Jiraiya's got the bill!

And when old Madara's cracking wise
    And Susano'o fills the darkened skies
Remember where your true strength lies!
    With good friends like Naruto!


    Dattebayo!

Searching for the past through a million different caverns,
algae and stalagmites like,
a tavern in the daylight.
Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start,
dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents.
Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights
and
the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight.
A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread,
single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.

I am an army of jealous marching,
Armed with guitars.
I am no conqueror,
Lording over roses,
But they won’t get near you.
You are a flower of your own.
Your tongue is a ninja.
A kunai is at my throat.
Your *******…is a tactical unit.

I know what I want.
And I am easily angered.
Yes, you would see me
Slaughtering flying-kisses
With a Balisong;
Love letters for you--
Burned, gunpowder.
I would be on the watch
With a machine gun,
Guarding your heart.
And then you would call me
Weird.

You see, my heart has a detonator.
And if it's your wish to see me
Exploding, then let it be,
Yet do not pick the pieces,
The adjectives in the streets--
You will only make a lament
Out of them.

Dear,
I am just a blacksmith of words.
And your love…is a blazing fire.

I am at war
With your senses,
Your attention.
You are mine.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

I grasped the sword
charged ahead at full speed
I don't know who will win
my opponent or me
we both trained for years
shared classes, friends even food
now our elders decided that our fates
shall lie within an age old contest,
out in the forest, we staged a duel.
I heard kunai hit the trunk behind me,
I instinctively turned around
dodged, parried, struck back as he aimed
to cut me to the ground
I struck back with two quick slices
aimed directly at the head,
we fought like dogs starved for days
like the moon struggling against the sunrise
I was grievously injured, but he couldn't win the fight.
I removed his head from his body
in one swift, fluid stroke


and then I awoke...
fighting my own brother
a nightmare that had been plaguing me for days, weeks on end.
why is it I keep on thinking, that maybe just maybe, it has roots in my past loves end?

Knives, words, and mistakes
all bring us pain
we feel
we cry
we slowly die on the inside
WE LIVE FOR THE PAIN

NOT ANOTHER MOMENT WASTED
ALL ALONE
WE STAND TALL
Bring the pain, we miss it
Bring the pain, we love it

Love?
Is that a game?
Friends?
Are those real?
Ha we are the true loners
Like Gara we only love us
we fight for ourselves
Throwing kunai like a ninja warrior
We only hurt to know if we are still alive
WE LIVE FOR THE PAIN

BRING IN MORE
HIT ME HARDER
MAKE ME FEEL

Can we still feel….?