the viola

dark amber thoughts
horsehairthreads and burgandy strings
dangerous beauty set
neither here
nor ontop
the dazzling plateau
of slipslide dreams.
cold ashes spent and wet
never again to warm
to hold amberlight
love nevermore
this transparent lightness
this perfect memory
void of any weight
it's gone whereto?
this exact photograph
goneto what
how can something disappear
become a distant
memory
of now agoney
oh well
what can i do??
??
I make a green
bean salad
with wasabi
and walnuts...
this acrid smell
these tears that run
are so real
but your perfect memory
is of something
that no longer exists...

inner beauty

She laughs at him ( the homeless boy in the video below) when he says he is a manual laborer, but cries when she hears his voice. Inside everyone is something so beautiful that it makes us cry... but none of us can see it, only when we come face to face with it... then we cry for him, for ourselves, for everyone...

Homeless Boy Steals The Talent Show

Rin' 『 Samurai heart -侍魂- 』 （Rin' join in AAA）

heartaching..
this single word
more
powerful
than all the rest
i believe in you
more
than all the rest
timetrail into the
nothingness of my
souldrifting out of
sidebyside parallelites
my belief only here
by quantum mechanics
of yestermorrow dreams.
I driftdown
empty chambers/
deadcold embers
streaming electrons
whitehot protons of everything
seams endless possibilities
did i not love u
in this other world
did we not have a
child
in the universe next
door
did we not
feeltouch
that on
our passerby split
second
of
recognition
in this existance

some heart breaking poem

I heard this song by Carla Bruni(female french singer) one day.
Felt heartaching..
I want to read W. Auden's poetry.

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Lady, weeping at the crossroads
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Lady, weeping at the crossroads,
Would you meet your love
In twilight with his greyhounds,
And the hawk upon his glove?

Bribe the bird then on the branches,
Bribe them to be dumb
Stars the hot sun out of heaven
That the night may come

Starless are the nights of travel,
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind

Run until you hear the ocean's
Everlasting cry;
Deep though it may be and bitter
You must drink it dry,

Wear out patience in the lowest
Dungeons of the sea,
Searching through the stranded shipwrecks
For the golden key,

Push on to the world's end, pay the
Dread guard with a kiss
Cross the rotten bridge that totters
Over the abyss

There stands the deserted castle
Ready to explore
Enter, climb the marble staircase,
Open the locked door

Cross the silent empty ballroom
Doubt and anger past;
Blow the cobwebs from the mirror,
See yourself at last

Put your hand behind the wainscot
You have done your part;
Find the penknife there and plunge it
Into your false heart

thanksgiving day
feast...
frozen ground
leaves stuck to grass
barrren trees
inside
the family dress
together-warmth
of baked pies and
set aside emotions...
is it wednesday or friday?
where do these days go to?
yesterday hasn't come yet
and tomorrow already happened
quantum realities
unresolved probabilities
leaves come
and leaves stay

I told my friend I
Loved her
She said...
Ur such a pervert
But later she
Leaned up against me....
and said
Sunnie
u better live a long time.
who can i go to
if u die?
I told my friend:
I c u,
(so i can)
c me...
sigh
December poem by Ho-sun Kim

lost in lonliness
people long forgotten
haunt me
like circling wolves
of dancing images
on long lost canyons
of doubt
and insecurity;
surrounded by mouths
talking of nothing
speaking words that
have no sound
or meaning;
so
long long ago
lost in a sea
emptiness and tears
where have u gone
my love of
so
long long ago
my cup now
sits on a
winter table
stained and spent
cracked and dry
i cry out my
branches lay bare
covered in ice
where leaves
and birds
once sang
so
longlong ago
fall poem by Ho-sun Kim

An old man in tattered grey coat
Hobbled down twisted road
Turning over every stone....
Looking for god
Above in azure spiked sky
A hawk lazy spirals
On updrafted winds
Above deepslashed canyons
And ferocious gouging waters
Boulderslamming out to sea...
On a lonely wooden bench
Perched onhigh shrouded rim
The woman sits waiting
Seeping box in her lap
Wrapped so precious in silk
Burgandy drips tearlike;
At ivory ankles
Flowers of snaking gowth
Ivy its way up
Petal lapping the reddened tears
Mixing pollenlike powder
Of longing desire
September Poem by Ho-sun Kim

these people play like lovers walking in a snowypark .. hand in hand, heart in heart....

Stanley Clarke Band feat. Hiromi - Black Narcissus (fragm.)

Victor Wooten- I Saw God

JAPAN MY BROTHER, JAPAN MY SISTER