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Martin Bailes Mar 2017
Tamla Motown,
my soccer team Tottenham
for so many sweet memories,
my old girlfriend Stella ... I know
I should have Stella,
I know,

tigers,
brown bears & the lowly centipede,
Charlie Chaplin, that old ****** son of a gun,
Laurel & Hardy, just because ...
Tarkovsky movies ... Toshiro Mifune,

anything with custard,
apple pie,
fresh bread,
Indian folks for the way they
shake their heads for yes,
Indian folks for their god
that charming Ganesh,
books,

Sci-fi movies ... lots of them anyway,
children laughing,
children playing,
& thus playgrounds,

serious folks who pay attention,
Anarchists ... of course,
my old grannie for her
attentions,
English food when it actually
works,

trees,
birds, bees,
old Chinese folks up at dawn
to collect cans,
& my Facebook friends,
take care you all now.
Oh my yes!
Borges Oct 2021
Kurosawa, porque te tratase de suicidar, eras el recuerdo de una tecnología de instrumentos el samurai, tu ojo creciente y ejecutados de dragones, de ilusiones como Madara, eras un rey, de cinema, te quiero en mi propia vida, eras mi preferido en la escuela, a los 16, me enamore, y siguió pensando en todas tus películas, en todos los momentos casi echáis perfectos solo para mi, y que te puedo decir, sos un Boludo, que realizo que talvez tu mejor es Red Beard, Toshiro Mifune, cuando lo conociste que pensaste, te asusto el desgraciado, te asusto, yo creo que sí lo hubiera visto en algún lugar me hubiera, asustado, se parece mucho a mi, desde cuando, no den pero recuerdo todo lo que hizo en Red Beard, porque en las otras me deja, deja, deja, atrás, que es la droga peferida de un dragón, de un samurai, pick your poison, suicida eras, igual que yo, lo pienso todo el día, desde los trece ańos, que quería de la vida un genio metido en el cinema japonés, que se volvió el mundo...
madadayo
Zywa Aug 5
He's a man, a life:

Mifune-san has achieved --


nothing, everything.
Toshiro Mifune (Qingdao 1920-1997)

The perfection of total dedication, even if everything continues as if it doesn't matter

Collection "web tissue"
I've got a fiendish friend,
Realistically, he's more of a foe.
He preaches morals than he act.
While he had sold his soul to Lucifer.
Mother! obscurely he eats the forbidden flesh.
He thrusts my sacred cave tirelessly like a furious lion.
Scornfully and greedily he whispers,
You're so melleous.
Countlessly, repeatedly I'll question his conscience.
Yet he'll give my speech no audience.
Why so villainous?
Upon your only descendant!
Why? I asked again why?
I took his conscience for a numb fella
I took them more for a dumb mifune.
But the bitter truth is they ain't!
That's what my heart says, carefully and fearfully
Because they dance to the echoes of my moan!
They drank to stupor my tears!
I'm a living shadow,
With a fading conscience.
I'm a living dead, more
With haunting nightmares!
I'm a mother ******* decoy!
With hunting memories!
Mother! can't you surf through my thoughts?
Mother, can't you course through my pains?
Ma'am you tied the knot with a monster!
You gave your heart to a merciless marauder!
I'm a lost soul wandering in your abode!
Evolve the real being in me!
Mother couldn't turn in to welcome my complaints.
A befitting slap was my response.
Have you lost it?
How dare you tag my emperor a lust seeker!
How dare you tag my Gabriel a Lucifer?
How dare you label my king an intruder?
Spare me few seconds, listen to my plight.
Give me a break mother, I'm talking turkey!
©Neesah_writes

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