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Bitter Kiss

Written on the 16th of November 2016.

Happiness brings more happiness Happiness says joy, smile and cheese

There is nothing you would like to fix Mix, combine, anything but happiness

There aren't many words to describe And it's another joy

Another story is when a foot of a lover steps in We can see two different happiness distinguishably 

But it's another task for an adventurer To spot different seas

Of different joy

And roar

Here comes the beast

It's not Leaviathan, it's another beast But we can see the difference

For sorrow bears different kinds of stories  Many variety of poisons 

Stories to which we seek answers For being sad is not a salvation

Yet an ironic instrument Of art, motivation and creation

Weapon creation Against whom, again?

The beast, the human The creator Himself? 

The problem, the emotion Is it a weapon for our feelings?

You can't build happiness on others' unhappiness 

For the sea you cross Reeks with shipwreck stories

Everything leads to chaos

If you don't move, you fall behind Sorrow seeks solutions

Woe waves weather

Blood blinds bulls

Tears track treasures

Call for clarity Call for cold truth

Sing for emotion Serenade for sincerity 

Choir of the Lost Souls In the quest of seeking something

To keep us in motion Faith be your Guide 

Love be your Angelic Engine Sound be your Idol

Art be your Master Money be an excuse to Progress

Family be a duty of Nature

Drop, drop

Cry to soothe your wounds Lullaby for your trembling soul

Write the words of the Spell Sensation of loving comfort 

Plop, plop

Be careful, don't cry a lake alone Suffocating unpredictable  For snake bears fangs unnoticed.

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Violet

Written on the 19th of April 2016.

Violet, Violet Do you play the violin? Do you have vinaigrette? Are you old enough to drink a wine? Won't you cry and lose your mind? Won't it be venomous? To go south for a vacation? Get too overwhelmed by the view Of an alien and egregious village? Have you ever had a vision Of a vast sea which is virgin? Set foot on the soil of any variation Savour all kinds of fruit and vegetables And ride on different sorts of vehicles Does it sound like a great miracle? Won't it make you unstoppable? Will it motivate you? Will it inspire you? Violet, Violet Your soul is the colour of violet. Brighter than scarlet, darker than indigo You have only one meaning in your name You can't go You can't tame The only thing you have is insane Violet, Violet Violet... Vio..let Vio... lence Violence Violent Violet Violet violence That's everything you'll see, Violet.

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Sun Bird

Written on the 20th of January 2017.

Don't Fly high, not too high

Up is your goal, the throne

Of your own succession,

Victory over Death,

Life, and the Haunted pests.

Squeak and squawk, chirp and peep

Screeching Pride, twittering

Tales of the Stars Beyond;

Don't try to reach, don't seek

The Known Greed and Blindness.

To the Sun fly, burning

With Oblivion Bond.

Life fulfill, spread Kindness.

The voice: Don't dare to die;

To pick, there is a Bone

Ulterior mission

Universal is Birth

To create, Make your nests.

Hot is the Sun, Too Far

Alone, is Your own Woe.

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Conflict

Written on the 23rd of November 2015.

There goes another son Facing the wonders of war But wait Is it the gun Or his soul That grows so cold? Which one feels more The pain, the suffering The feeling that the gun has none? Do men really want this all? Do they actually believe in this law? They might Or might not But sure thing is They are controlled by delusion.

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Conventional Glance

Written on the 22nd of July 2017.

  Roses are red Violets are violet The snow is white About those I read Conditions are met And well deserved might Gives me the power of sight Let my eyes be wet To stop them from turning dry and red

No sight I see is the same or equal to you The sky is the colour of blue Red, purple or pen ink Are they the same, fair and similar, do you think? The one I trust is the ice It's ever transparent to my eyes.

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Notes ∫

Written on the 25th of October 2015.

Use my soul as your string Take the multiple teeth to sing Tap your fingers to make the path And don't worry if you lose the key Take it as practice and find another way Life is difficult, life is math There's no one way to solve it There is more than one string in a violin More than one tooth in Masterpiece,                             and more than one key to make thy life be lit.

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A Fragrant Touch

Written on the 22nd of July 2017.

  Let me tear your mask Let me see your past Those gloves I wear To examine you well Those scars on your core That scratched your poor soul I'll soothe your exhausted pain I'll rid you of that shameful stain Let me open your jar of sanity Let me feel your true humanity Show me the madness you so conceal Scream, shout, cry to feel real Again, and again, till the chains break apart Till the walls of embarrassment crumble down I'll help you to find your true self, your true art For what really matters to me in you, is now.

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Fallen Fellow

Written on the 27th of September 2015.

I disappear like Smoke of dawn Like a sunset candle flame, so warm, so weak

I see the light at night, but it's fake, but it's bright Oh, but which hand                                        holds the might?

Keeps my heart still hot Allowing my nose to sob Refrains my mind from cold...

Is that true? Why do I see no moon? Or is it The never-setting sun?

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Let me Write a Poem

Written on the 23rd of July 2017.

The wild, wild violet

Radiating with such dialect

The true Goddess above me, is the Moon

Hidden behind stars, clouds, own woe

Supported, beheld by the sun alone

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When it's the Time

Written on the 2nd of September 2015.

The time has come I lift my head I face the fate The time has come

The duty has to be done The journey is ahead I can't be late The duty has to be done

The Evil must live no more The main demon shall be dead Everything must be done by the final date The Evil must live no more

Then I return to where I was born To slumber in my comfy and longing bed Recharge, restore and wait to get my normal state Then I return to where I was born.

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The Face of The Me

Written on the 8th of November 2017.

My face is fierce My voice instils Fear and Grief Lost in words Betray you swords Treasure seeks you Revealed only to few

The gloom Seeks doom Unfold The bond Unseal the deal No more to kill Rest be the soul Witness'd be the owl Dropped be the bleeding key Do you see, what it means?

Ever sought the reason of beyond Over the hills, over the mountains Beneath the sky-dusted sea Gleaming, sandy leaves Behind the wisdom of a tree Messy, sticky star-beams Till you find a person of bonds Over dimensions, things that've never been mentioned.

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Can Even A Soul Die?

Written on the 16th of August 2015.

How sad to see A fallen hero It's like a broken angel And both may meet the same fate

Both may become more Than just a dead body The wise may turn And see the next version

Of living

Have new enemies Special abilities And goals that still run

But is it life or death? Does the soul know these forms?

Neither Gods nor Goddesses Not even the Devil and the sages Will know this anymore.

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An Eagle Hovering Over The Land

Written on the 14th of May 2018.

Born high up over the land A hill, a peak,  The point of descent  To the soil of toil.

We learn a particular brand, The flickering of the Eye, we seek  The visuals and the scent, That leads to our comforting foil.

Wings spread, move the sand; The only subtle evidence of our sneak, Silly yet great, like the crescent Of the Moon and Reflection, not a ploy.

High above the sky, we never land. We hear, we see, we listen and speak. Euro, peso, yen, pound and cent. All familiar, all reflective, Part of the play, not a toy.

The Future is Grand, To the Past, we Squeak, To everyone we present, And to everyone are receptive, With all pleasure, We sacrifice and moil.

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A Sound of A Sound

Written on the 15th of August 8 2015.

They say That words enchant women But is it a word or a sound That wins the heart of a maiden?

Isn't it the music That brightens their faces Brings joy And softens their soul?

It may Even encourage different men Make the music sound loud To keep us unshaken

It is great magic That leaves subtle traces Maybe ploy Is it truly our goal?

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IT (the poem)

Written on the 15th of May 2018, edited on the 13th of April 2025.

A fragile heart A strong core The emotions are like a storm But the body is hard and durable

Can't control the flow Yet Can't break down And always bow Always meets the Dawn The Sunset and the Moon

How to express these feelings? How to explain these thoughts? Feeling so misunderstood, Feeling so wrongly transparent. Postmodernism, psychoanalysis, Poems, novels and fairy tales.

Diaries are written, reports are dictated. The wrong words related to a matter of love. Upon realising it, at last, The Heart tears apart, Clenching a hand, so hard, To keep it in one piece.

So many stories, so many ideas, So many People to examine and love. Connecting the Future and the Past, To mould the Present and the Light.

Crying out loud, I can hear the noise, Happy and Sad. The Body, the Eyes, The language of Blue-Skies.

The Mind is powerful, The Mind is so broad. It's an Abyss, It's a Paradise, An Endless World Of Formation.

I see Black, She sees White. What's Grey, what's Transparent? What is Invisible? What's unbelievable? When cometh the rain, I hath longed for o' so long?

Unbearable, strong feelings, So unnatural, yet so humane. Is it worth being human - An animal of the wise? Building, Fighting, Saving and Preserving. Reading, Speaking, Observing and Thinking.

Give it a Tone, Give it a Flavour, Maybe then you'll see a pretty neighbour, Flowers in the garden, Cows in the meadow. Sky-reaching Churches, Land-loving People.

Giving dresses, giving ties. Which heels or clogs would you like to sign? Brushing hair, adding flour. Which of the men would you like to wed? Hugging trees, feeling dirt. I would like to live in the woods, Amongst the Bees.

Fluttering lashes, fluttering wings on docks, What a vixen, what a fox! Birds screeching, water lashing, Wind greeting, guiding and seeking. Stars are tranquil, the Moonlight's soothing, With the Wisemen pondering the Universe yonder.

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A Hero

Written on the 15th August 2015. Inspired by The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword.

Every hero Has a sword in hand Or any other weapon And a symbolic band

The music The legend Make the hero immortal And memories that will never end

Pointing at the sky And ev'ry God knows why To absorb the golden rays To face lightnings and rains

Leaving the traces of legend Covered by the careful sand Waiting for the right event To be unfolded in a newborn land.

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Source: Eden: It's an Endless World! エデン

by Hiroki Endo