Tuesday, November 08, 2005
My chance of your company
As for me
as for you
when you desire excessively
I am well
It reached before the March
the secondary ###
of a long time
simultaneously
and pursued doubt
But getting together
for this
and others things
to happen simply
is the thought
I do not understand the fact
that it waited for
my look
which is impressed
being possible
My chance of your company
depends upon your neighborhood
which drifts.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
Anonymous posted this at 3:11 PM. (0) responds
Thursday, April 07, 2005
In regard to life
To that thing
and the leaf
which sings of doubt
The bird two times thinks of snow
which was disassembled in the spring of this year
when it is green
Where I differ
in this part of the world
hugely
Mutual time is found
in the place where I perhaps am freer
than that raised warmly
Fight
there is a search
after bending the large flood,
as the sun which can bore the hole through the cloud
in regard to life
Anonymous posted this at 1:41 AM. (0) responds
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Being attached
We meet,
being strange,
at the normal time
we exchange names
We keep being attached
to method
to being quick
leaving the fact
that you who work seriously
are left here
As for that,
those which I am
do not know yet
you
Me
when nearby
cannot say to you
in noise
Me
who has less love
absent your existence
Anonymous posted this at 7:39 PM. (1) responds
Charity of the desirable
Without charity
of the desirable inspection
the writer
does not have the point
Deep always.
Where is the person
who expresses mercy,
patient for the time of oblivion
Dependence, never observant
is rough
The other thing stumbles blindly
It becomes slowly evil
It does not fail,
but walks with anger of the bile
which does not succeed in scorn
Anonymous posted this at 7:23 PM. (0) responds
Our terrestrial hardship
You are an orange of the wood
that flowers
with the look of rain
In the dream
passing densely the mud
mounted in the tail of truck
we stop to prove
our terrestrial hardship
and wealth
The one that comes with us
walks where the land comes with emptiness
remembering the farm where he is normal
to submit, when he ploughs the land
The return,
overbearing
that one makes later,
is all the everything
that you can make.
Anonymous posted this at 7:21 PM. (0) responds
Amidst the various darkness
In your life
the size of the sky
is disliked permanently, terribly
I show the box.
You desire it doubtfully
seeing the pulling and grime,
the oil accumulating,
the mud each new Pandora leaves
We go to the road, stomping
Unbearably full of lava
which warms the soles of my leather shoes
wound under the smooth gravel
beginning to be magma.
As for me
This land wants investigation
amidst the various darkness
water sends the steam of humidity
you wander about
concerning me
whom you make wander about slowly.
Our dissipating discontinues the problem
which is the cause of
our being forgotten
Anonymous posted this at 7:09 PM. (0) responds
The grass wilts thickly
We look at the excessive fire.
And we include
the heart of power,
as the grass wilts thickly.
Before we fall
by the hand of the baby,
we feel calmness.
Before landing,
eagerly transposing
the transitory tremor of heart.
Anonymous posted this at 7:08 PM. (0) responds
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
The eye of rolling
Passing by the eye of rolling
it rolls
as the beer,
the grease,
and the laughing
pass by the gentlemen
Obliteration intensity
done by those in the groove
with the range of vision
of three eyes
I should be brought up
a metal sphere
under the fog gun
with my motion in fat quality.
Why must we think in competitive doubt?
Becoming tired,
the sound of the lane
pushes the boulder of the Sisyphus,
bothers my brain itself
Passing by
the dank passage of the stick
where I gather my record and make dark,
you reset my shoes
you go away
Anonymous posted this at 4:13 PM. (0) responds
Monday, April 04, 2005
The foolish road
The new sunset
is the sun
in regard to the falling twig
Off the horizon
the depths of river show,
in the playful center of the park
We emphasize pulling,
still we ride the horse so beautifully
Writing by the light of the oleanders.
In my war
the bowels of my aesthetics
makes the land of quantity
hide under the leaf
The foolish road is painted.
On the road of the river
is where I think of victory, of you
I look at that and you walk across
Anonymous posted this at 4:11 PM. (0) responds
Sunday, April 03, 2005
The announcing word
I,
the worry of I
will enter soon
possessing many troubles
of the announcing word.
It did not mean the small whisper
of my will
which my companion spreads
and really " spreads "
No,
namely,
with favor of insightful feedback
you rescue me from
that kind of perplexity.
Anonymous posted this at 7:11 PM. (0) responds
Saturday, April 02, 2005
I imagine disturbance
My fault advances
to the part that divides me.
I imagine disturbance
My future intersections that rival being
My method cannot jump chasms in this gauntlet
But it maintains me, you see
As something
The permeation of which appears with frequency
I am being
In that place where my continuation
moves,
pulls,
presumes.
The pride of jumping this chasm
is not possible,
it deteriorates to this day.
I compete with you.
the main thing I assault,
An unknown crunch
written by the light,
you have disabled me terribly
and closely
And there is one
who with sufficiency
fights in the land,
As something collapses strength
and happy passion
Anonymous posted this at 5:50 PM. (0) responds
Friday, March 18, 2005
Color of the movement
By the corner -
a large captivating brush -
over and far break the laughter.
It corrodes the color of the movement.
I break away the definition of the
root of the trunk
I educate it
to loam in the sweat of my palms.
I am wasted away by the night prior.
The negative poison
away from my blood works on,
in order to make way for the color.
Anonymous posted this at 2:28 PM. (0) responds
Sunday, March 13, 2005
The edge of cacophony
Frenetically blinking
the body's injury
under the lights
will exceed the noise of music
Revolution begins
with the people under the glass,
it moves because of the beverage
which you should pour
The edge of cacophony
accompanies us
when something comes, it feels,
and life is possible
It in is this land of the beverage
in which being is intoxicating
we feel polluted as it pulsates
Anonymous posted this at 7:19 AM. (0) responds
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Closing in actuality
Closing in actuality
I pull the part
Lacking respect of things
I am torn with feeling
I envision the going out
and the plaster inside, solid,
my heart adding damage
at my center
I float and am destroyed
in this way
by those of the looseness,
who closed the sky drifting
I have not remembered things afterward
Anonymous posted this at 7:34 PM. (0) responds
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Lonely independence
She is
and is not
having lonely independence
in the night
in the graveyard
For her there is no friend but them
her pain they did not suffer
They stand together
her fight is shared
with her who fights finally
for he who occasionally laughs
Constant fear
is for them
it is the victory which fights
Anonymous posted this at 7:38 PM. (0) responds
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