Bodyone

In  a brief moment in time
your body touched mine
across the infinite chasm
of eternity
    and the
great wall
     of self
there was in that instant...
an us
and not
the lonliness
of            2...
planets circling
   a distant
                 sun

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If A Tree Falls Acoustic Bruce Cockburn with lyrics

The Elder

an old man
in a tattered grey coat
stumbled down
twisted paths
and forgotten cul de sacs
lifting every stone
    looking for god 
silver thin wisp of hair
shining brightly in the november sun
weather beaten face
brimming with
youth and excitement,
experience and wisdom...
having lived and loved and
failed so so many times
past and passing
 thru the darkness
every night
and
awakening to the light
everyday...
in every way
done with judgement
finished with blame
but unwrapping the
gift of each day
the wonder of each person
    the  wonder  of  each person
everyone he knows
everyone he sees
passers-by on the street
total strangers
    and most loved ones
all thru the same prism of grief and joy
thru the lens
 of every blue sky
and every tall tree
he feels their spirit
their souls through
 the falling snow and
icy ridges
and lonely canyons...
and oh the smiles
the tears..
the weariness and sadness
the joy and pleasures...
pain and suffering,
each in its
treasured place
of a life
built upon one
brutal moment after another
 poem by hsk

"if a tree falls in the forest, does anybody hear
if the trees falls inthe forest does anybody hear
does anybody hear the forest fall the forest fall?"
 lyric by Bruce Cockburn
"
Christmas poem

my pain, my love

All of my pain
my bitterness
and rage
the hurt that
I have known
forever...
is turned into
my love
for the people around me
i don't know how...
those who I
pass by on
the street
who I read about
and know about
those i imagine
and have never met
a deep sadness and love
wells up inside me
because
     i know
         they are just
like me
and sometimes
i fall in love
openly
but ultimately
it is cast aside
always
like a leaf
at the end of fall
blowing along
some forgotten
lonely sidewalk
in a park of bare trees
that no longer has
visitors...
but is surrounded by the
everyday life
of people going here and there
yet still
i never tire
of falling in love

Poem of connectivity

Scorpyan

I dreamt about u
last nite...
I kissed u
on the lips
once we were friends
sisters in war
virtually bonded
never have I
felt your body against mine,
but we were lovers
once upon a time...

Rin' Murasaki no Yukari

dream lover

We envision
our dreams
clearly
they lay
     before us
beckoning,
waiting
willing to take us
further
than we can
ever believe
a lover so
devoted
so
longing,
so loyal and willing
yet though
we do
 believe
    in this lover
we doubt
our very soul
and our very
    existence
and she withers away...

when all we had
to do
is to follow
her path
and put one
     foot
in front of the next

U

When i look at U
i c ur smile
i see your
eyes
into your soul
i c diamonds
and silver and
gold
i see u

i am so sad
when u tell me
that u are
nothing
that in ur heart
is shit
it makes me cry

i see you
ur warmth
ur kindness
your gentleness
under
ur gang-style hat
i c U
and u r beautiful

2ne1

Insideme

you are inside me
where i need u to be
be where i need you
you really need to see

only i can live
if what i have
is only what i give
come inside me

the shelter i have
is the shelter i need
come in sideme
without ur love

i hate
this beast that
is inside me
lives inside me
eats me up
treats me so so mean
gives me
so much lonely
nesssss...

Bruce Cockburn Live... Lovers In A Dangerous Time

loveme

I spend most
of my days
hoping it will
end...
to get to that
place that
i can breathe
that place
that i can
see ur face
to feel ur
breath

"lovers in a dangerous time" poem

Doppleganger

All this month
   burgandy wine
you waited
   lingers
in the back of my head
   flows across my tongue
fleetingly
   smokey taste
momentary glimpses
   times gone by
you would not leave
   forever there
this thing or that
    damp spreading burn
would make me forget
    face on fire
but didn't go
    wisps of clarity
and when i saw u
   i took
yesterday
   another sip
infront of me
   and held you
with that question
   on my lips
on your face
    i swallow u
i didn't know what to say
   blood stained chords
and today
   today u
u slid into
my arms
as though
it was always
ment to be..
I wondered
again
why...
what if...

umi Cheree

and deep within
the icy mist
their silent tears
her love once kissed
...
ho sun






Sunnie... bass
Allen..... guitar
Cheree... alpha lead

Kazu Makino - Blonde Redhead

Films I Love

No new poem here just lately while I work on my book and and new blog site, Films I Love, (click on it, top right)  I try to get something up soon here...

3am poem

yes i came back
for you
to die for you
in your arms
my tears
     rolling down
your cheeks
some things
are not worth
     living for
so i sail
upon a sea
of your love
though i will never
    touch you
         lay with u
put my lips
  upon yours
it means nothing
    to me that
these things
     cannot happen
         will not happen
my heart beats
inside your chest
your soul takes
residency
   and moves me
down some longing
   distant path
that without u
      i never
would have traveled

Not

I am not
American and
  no longer Korean
I live in the fringes
 of this life
 of this culture
who was I before?
 that I love
each single moment...
  that I want
to do the same thing
  everyday
in a different way
to feel the joy
   in every moment
in every person
in every lifetime
that makes
     who I am
today

25현 가야금을 위한 '불꽃으로부터의 명상' - 이슬기

Enter Me Poem / Sigh requests that u listen to the kitaro post as u read this poem

four am sarah
wait for me...
wait another one
  day

    and more.
mourning your loss
you have left and
let yourself folded
into me
mourning cat
black and white
tigerstripesiamese
calico almond eye
today i  wear
a skirt of morning,
cinnamon and nutmeg
and ginger
   sheercling top
of cloves and saffron
and wood scented paprika
gentlelight
over lavender oiled skin
deep burgundy socks
goldgold bangle gold
around wrists and ankles
     and fingers and neck
you left me here...
       (with you)
now i am u
                and more
i allow
anyone to enter me
enter me
  go ahead...
before you leave

death of a child poem

Kitaro - Shining Spirit Of Water

... and still

my joy never ends
my sadness
    never ends
my weakness
never endz
... my strength
nevernds
but i
will never end

neverending poem

Blonde Redhead - Live 1997 - Full Show

I Write

Titles are very important to my poems.
 Many times there is a main title
 and many times there is an end title
I try to write from my heart to yours
 not from my head
 to your eyes
Inspiration comes from the people around me
 and sometimes NPR or BR
 i think alot about Kazu,
But also many others here and long gone
 close to me everyday
 and Kirsten far away
 it doesn't matter where they are
 or when they are... it's the experience
 they have left me with
Sharp clear and high def
 or blended into a Kusama art
 boundaries blended memories not faded
 but folded into the greater
 who i am
Thank u poem

Blonde Redhead - 23 (Live Presentation)

dreamdream90

polka dot
polka dot
   polka dot
linelinelineline
ninetyninety
polka dot
reddotpolkadot
dreamdream
in polkapolka
dotdotdotdot
...
..
.
:)
kusama poem

Yayoi Kusama: 9 February - 5 June 2012

wolf

i do what i do
what i do
but you only see
what you want of me
i am hosun
i carry out
the daily business
of being hosun
but it never
don's on u
anything more
than what u
need from me
how is it
that a song
touches me so deep
even painting
or poem can
make me so alive
but u always
leave me
so alone
when u justt taketake
and i just givegive
still...
if all i can do
is give
i do

lonely poem

Moby - Natural Blues

weapon of choice

the way of the
warrior
is turning away..
the way of the
warrior
faces god
everyday...
theyyyy want u to
choose
coommmffforttt
ands-afetyeeee
shephemeral blends
of sexual
dopefiend comfort
they addict you
restrict you
afflict u
rape your soul
defile ur body
until u can
only beg for more
but
    at any time
u r a warrior
choosechoose
designed to fight

dead in theater poem

New-Age Korea traditional music group IS - SPRING M/V

Tsewang Lhamo Live Concert in New York 2011 "Thundrel" by Sherten and Ts...

touch

You did not
speak to me
nor call or
write or text...
that part of me
that is you
started to empty out
like the day
slowly sliding away
into darkest night
then as
i was sitting
in a chair
you came
up to me
and leaned
your hip into
my shoulder
as if to say...
i will never
go away
n2mec

Snow

white snowflaking
join cedar bough
on silent night...
silent night
unlike you
I've chosen to
live
the cherries are
gone now
as they are
everyyear
sometimes eaten by birds
sometimes not...

winter poem, written in summer

Can - She brings the rain

working Poem

Live statues
in a still life
deep into the night
she brings the rain
will you
be my friend
and disappoint me
y do u have
2 peas
and i only
have one s
y do u need me
so much
and run away
when i need u
still if i
only have u
as a friend
we will be
as 2 peas
with only one s...

Summer PPoem

Hiromi Uehara - Deep Into Night

outside my window
many new trees have ob
scured
the houses,
finally...
sigh,
in my neighborhood
so
a yellow bird
vists
and a racoon
eats the cherries
off my tree
and hummmmingbirds
dance merrily
in the mid day sun

how long...
will u wait for me
pray for me
love me...
while i sail off
like   a breath of wind
i see
inside you
the beauty
    that  is there
the joy
    that is there
all else
inside u
doesn't matter
isn't there
does not make a sound
beneath your
radient heart and unending
                                               love
Inside u poem

What if art
was not viewed
as a painting
in a gallery
nodded and accepted
critiqued and sold
but my every
action
painted on
the canvas of life
would that
not be art
rich aND dark
full of cinnamon
and nutmeg,
saffron and turmeric
ginger and cloves
fresh red fruit
fed bit by morsel
into the waiting
mouths
of all the
   beloved people around me

India summer...

Mindlessly she listened
over and over again
to simple pounding
bass chords
as her brush splashed
first cinnamon
then nutmeg
and more...
turmeric, lots,
and smokey paparika
tears splashing downdown
on the  cardboard canvas
watermarking
the wet hot
colours at her
scantily clad feet
the woman she loved
gonegone
  with some stupid
    alibi

Preview: Speaking In Tongues

My novel is almost completed; that is the writing of it. Still to come are the soundtrack and illustrations. I enjoy a good old written book, but with the advances in technology why not a multimedia format? The trick, I think, is to still let the reader's imagination fill in all of the blanks, as they do with a novel, but also add pictures and sound that furthers the reader's ability to be drawn into a special space.

The book is a story of revenge and redemption, set in the not so distant future, actually a future that is roaring down on us very quickly. Further down the blog , there is an excerpt. I really don't want to say any more about the story except that it is very explicit... but it's all symbolic.

New garten

She sat clifflike

at the far edge of;

single monk flute

caressed tenderly her

neck and cheeks

turning tears into

fragrant oils and

rich frankincense;

long black hair

floated on waves

of pure sensuality

feet in the garden

shoots of succulents

snaked upward

around her ankles

and behind herknees

higher yet up

trembling innermost

                                                                       eyes

longblackhair

Kazulike she
stryped her way
down the
black keys
directiondirection
ghosting her feeling
of need and desire
into subtleshaped
words of soloney
locked in
     needle and spoon
of quietloud desperation
reachingreaching out
begging to be held
      and loved
even if for
one pretend instant
of use

longblackhair

Amel Mathlouthi - Kelmti Horra ( Ma parole est libre)

Poetry and music,
i think
help me
to talk my unconscious mind
better than my
busy
polluted
overwhelmed
conscious fool
that tries
to take over
all the time

Demons
I told themm
this time im serious
im not playing
with u anymore
they laughed so hard
they started to puke
i told themm
"nono"
u dont get it
its me who
gives u
all the power
they pretended to
laugh
even harder

Blonde Redhead - In Particular (Live HQ).

Sigh merely shrugged. "In any event it is too late. You are special. Bots will not change that. You have tried many times to turn away. It is your destiny. You already know this. When you were in those films, that man told you. Do you remember? Do you remember? That man was me..."

Keiko remembered instantly. It was the last adult film she ever did. It all came flooding back. She had been shooting all day long, scene after scene, crying between takes, when suddenly the man above her began whispering something into her ear. Images of snow falling on high mountain meadows cooled her sweat drenched body. The place were they were joined together suddenly felt like two little children running beside the tumbling alpine stream, cool and clear. Dressed only in linen robes, their bare feet glided over frostywhite, jagged boulders; they jumped and lept from one precarious perch to the next, singing haunting melodies that echoed off steep cliffs of rock and ice. As the latespring storm covered freshly bloomed wildflowers, they abruptly stopped and turned towards each other. Flower, song and mountain merged them together as mother earth.

And then she was alone, back on the darkened set, a towel hastily thrown over her desecrated body. They had simply left her there.

Instantly she knew something was growing inside her. The laughter of little ones silently ringing in her soul. Her eyes flooded with tears.

Excerpt from Speaking in Tongues.

silently I pad through

sensual patches of

snowcovered forest

spirit boughs towering

above solitary tracks

alone I seek

only what I can

kill and

eat.

So essential iam

to this fragile

place and it barely

knows of

my existence:

it never sees me

knows nothing of me

even as I sink

my teeth into its soul

frozen blood on

snowy paths

that come from nowhere

                                      and go noplace.

Lynx Poem

Empty Canvas

My life is an empty canvas
I paint what I wANT
The traffic does not paint,
the weather does not paint
my canvas
I can put anything I want on my canvas...
or can I
?
?
How much do I
depend on
the sun for warmth
the people around me
for life
I can no more
go thru
life

alone

than a garden
can tend itself

Spring Poem

...

the vision that was planted in brain...
still remains

hskb

xixi see if u can do these 2...
wolf on guitar, sunnie on bass, little niccie at night on la baterie

if u have dream...imagine it, write it... then let it happen

Cream - We're Going Wrong - May 2005 Reunion

Adele - Rolling In The Deep (Subtitulada)