Sho-Ku-Ten

If the ozone clear could grant me A gaze of black filled with glittering fire During morning's shine, I would cry. A burn won't hinder my eye's candy. Infinite beauty of non-existence Is blinded by that galactic inferno. Cinderella was also revealed at night; A star defined by a glass slipper. She lives with Luna Who floods our streets with twilight; Bound to us by such a magnetic attraction. A symbiotic affection between her and I. I sense a spacial lyricism. The rhythm from a star's twinkle, That inferno's sizzle, and Luna's bling Tickled my everlasting fancy. Surely, a cereal bowl With contents of such radiance Holds the

The true persona of men is compared To clothing as though their brain is shared. This is society's law, unwritten. Chained to garments to which we are smitten. I admit, I have frequently bathed in my closet. I washed my hair with my linen faucet. The lathery cotton of my white polo shirt Shined luminously as though it cleansed dirt. The frost of winter dare tried to freeze, But my coat halted the chilling degrees. Its internal warmth trumps an oven's blaze, Equivalent to polar bear fur on glacious days. And at weddings; dare I explain? My elegant tux that complements my champagne? My mirrored black loafers and tie so yellow Cau

My hands cried for responsibility. A job to create what's in my mind. My imagination dripped the sweat of dreams. A drop of desperation is all I find. Once she sang her poisonous song I harshly swallowed what I've done; Choking upon my fruit all along. She was no muse, but resembled one. I tongued the serpent and felt its fang, And innovation shall now begin. My brilliant head will forever hang. Inspiration, at the cost of sin.

White noise from the television Roared into my ear canals. Yelling silently, with a never-ending Shhhhh... And as an HDTV smiles at me now I, the young boy, am satisfied. I need no bunny ears for entertainment. The rabbit field has evolved from then. Though I wish I can peer through youth's eyes And to find my mother godly again. A bicycle so great and coffee so strong. A life so Disney, but not CNN. Time travel never felt so needed. Small mistakes could be easily fixed now. Death could be a careless concept, And sex a mystery. Scabs are gone now... And as pain becomes emotional I remember myself amongst others as The King

I peered through my wet visuals And seen that fluid blue grass. Those waves of mass That move in the breeze as I. And as I tore through the cerulean walls With my sierra skin, I laughed. Unbreakable; connected like family. Entirely and eternally large. After I flew in the ocean And dove into the sky I couldn't find a difference. Logic is false here. Because I rode the moving azure hills. I watched the white foam bubbles. And when the clouds covered the sun I didn't wake up.

Ironic how I am frozen by your presence As you left me cold when you went away. My naked eye has yet to form a face That I once kissed last year; on this day. And as the tear drops started to fall on the floor A footprint suddenly took its place. The victim of inhumanity moved forward. A blind glare given as they enveloped the space. In this room lay an empty crib. Dusty toys in a forever vacant nursery. The phantom who once carried our child Remembered our anniversary.

I must bid adieu once the sun sets. It's the darkness of night that I harshly abhor. Not nocturnal; It's the moon my mind forgets, But the light's pure shine is what I adore. Au contraire garcon, you shan't come. An old scared shadow is what I be. As incoherent as a lip-pressed hum, If I lead and you had followed me. Granted from birth, this curse of dark. A night so cliche'. Woe is me. And with this mumble, you shall hark Au Revoir! C'est la vie!

Cro-Magnon indeed, not fully evolved. A roll of sweat seen when my work is resolved. I wish that my work could invent the wheel. Only true innovators know how that would feel. It can't create fire, but it allows food to burn. It can't move to the left, or make a right turn. My work acknowledges any living thing, But fails to comprehend the warmth that they bring. The work that I do wanders around. Never satisfied with the places it's found. It thrives all day and night to survive. I challenge its being to keep it alive. My work is a caveman, not fully evolved. I am the nature that's always involved. And as I'm writing this prett