Poems & Short Stories

Romance by @mrkimsays

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Title Art by Combrisi

Music by @mrdmrdmrd

The Shouts

The Fights

The Screams

The Tears

The Fears

The Dreams

In Love

In Love

Endeavor

Here

And Now

Forever

When all said and done

Bury me at Griffith

Who I was done died

I’m tired now

I done tried

My Heart did break

Drinks I did drank

Exorcised my demons

Gassed out, empty in the tank

I paused

I kneeled

I cried against hard rock

I cried between two ferns

I cried until I did stop

I cried until I bled

Into my Dreams

Into my Dreams

When all said and done

Bury me at Griffith

Bury Me.

“La Luna!,” exclaimed Manuel as he pointed to the sky, his other hand clutching a heavy trash bag. I looked upwards, brushing the sweat off my brow as I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the night sky. Scattered throughout that swath of dark blue were a trail of stars, glistening ever so bright. A swift breeze ushered its way through the alley, the gutter trail reflecting the moon.

“Si señor,” I said as I managed a cigarette between my lips, Manuel came over and lit it with his lighter then proceeded to light his own. We stood there quietly, a pair of beings looking up staring at that moon, its color yellow then pale. It seemed to goad me, then befriend me.

I exhaled a large plumage of smoke and studied the constellation.

I recognized that belt, those three bright stars, the three kings, the three sisters: Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka.

Orion’s Belt.

I stared at that sky, maybe a bit too hard.

I wondered how many men, how many women have stared at Orion.

What lives did these people lead, at what moment compelled them to take pause to finally consider Orion’s majesty.

Manuel was a worker.

I was a worker.

We were no different.

We were the same.

“La Luna!”

“Si, Manuel, Si…”

We are a projection.

A projection of memories, feelings of guilt and shame.

We are a projection.

A projection of triumph and victory.

As Newton’s third law states:

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

We are here.

I wonder about existence, about everyone’s.

Are we not a multitude of factors and variables.

Able with cognition, a scanner darkly.

We are vessels. Always have been.

Our spirits inhabit these bodies.

We are a projection.

Without you, without me.

We are nothing.

She was my equal

Equally crazy

She was my Alpha

Beta oh baby

This only a dream

We come and we go

Thy Kingdom Come

Thy Will Be Done

Your will is not mine

My will is be happy

It is all I ask

Everything but me

She was my equal

But Equal no longer

I am beyond

Beyond the Yonder

She be who she be

I am who I am

I am not country

I ain’t the land

I’m everything nothing

I’m only a man

And in the end

I am what I am.

Life is fleeting

Life is unjust

Life is cruel

What is a life beyond a testimony

Testimony of grace and will

A better way, a better way

Fragile we are when we enter into this realm

Fragile we are when we leave into the unknown

We make our mark

We strike our post

We leave an imprint

How we leave and how we entered was not of our doing

We are mere elements, a combine of luck and majesty

We need to show compassion while we are here

We need to show it in the quiet moments, the darkest of spells when no one will bear witness

This is the hallmark of a life lived, the act of a kind stranger

Life is fleeting

Life is unjust

Life is cruel

But it is a life.

And life afterall, is everything.

Through the Ether

Through the looking glass

Lies the Spectre

The Ugly, The Goblin, The Ghoul

Evil lying dormant, biding its time

Through the Ether

Through the looking glass

Lies the Light

The Beauty, The Angel, The Child inside

Out and about, paying no mind

Such Contrast

Such Volley

A Pendulum

A Scale

Majesty

Tragedy

All to no Avail

Walks to Meidemae

Harajuku Nike Just do it

Shots at Bloody Angle

Nothing much to it

Shibuya crossing racing

Fixie ride shoegazing

Shimo Okonomiyaki

Asian but not agin’

Hiking up Takao

Neon city lit

Tokyo I’m good, I’m fine Hai

Hai, Daijōbudesu

Roppongi Harvest Times

Roppongi David Lynch

Tokyo Tokyo Tokyo

A place

A time

A myth.

Sitting in the Sun

Enjoying cups of morning brew

I sit in the middle of the garden thinking of you

The wind ever so slight

The birds whistling from afar

A passing of a car, a jet

No longer worlds apart

The sky blue

The clouds in bloom

The sound of leaves bending to your will

Exhaling

Inhaling

I come before you

Across the River

And over the Plains

Pour me a Spell

Act in Haste

Forget Past Love

Forget the Feed

Run Away

Run Away

A Fright

A Stampede

The Future

The Present

Is all one seeks

2020, Come Forth

Goodbye 19.