Kitty-Kat

9 lives had the cat,
now one lost he.
9 lives had the cat,
the world could see.
One life gone away,
So let him be.

Many year books closed,
invincible thought she.
Many year books closed,
life intact: Incredible thought she.
This year book unend,
do let her grieve.

The 9th life missed the cat,
now lost is he.
The 9th life missed the cat,
how sad he be.
Unexpectedly taken from him,
how cruel this is.

9 lives had the cat,
now with the 8 all grieve.
9 lives had the cat,
does he mourn or rejoice?
9 lives now has the cat,
to guard jealously he must.

In memory of Didi Machu, November 2009.
....bazamu manta da sunanki da sorri...
。。。でも今、さよなら。。。

Fireflies

Glowing around mi,
Illuminate my night,
Closer stars, tochable to mi.
Formidable fire,
Yet gentle to the touch,
Pretty like the burning flames,
Its sights sucks you in like the fires of Hades.
Attractive and tempting as sin,
Yet without the sting.
Bright and yellow, with the same glow,
But still without the sting.

But it falls slowly to the ground,
Slowly, still with grace.
Upon my palm it landed,
Pretty little fire was it.
Burn for mi one last time,
I watch its blaze slowly die out,
And as it goes, I turn my palm to let it fall.

I watch it for another second,
But the blaze above now yonder,
It calls mi.
Glowing, burning, seductive like the fires of sin.
What is in the blaze?
Ah I see....
Fireflies.
Glowing around mi....

I sit here and wonder....

I sit and wonder sometimes what happened to the good old days when countries went to war and soldiers were led by their leaders, i.e. Kings and Queens? When people went to war for reasons other than 'I think they would attack me'?
Now the soldiers march off to war and the leaders stay home to 'monitor and give instructions'. Ah gone are the good old days where the Kings and Queens were the country not only in name but in body as well, and they fought for those countries. They shed their own blood with that of their people, and when they won, they could proudly say 'I bleed for my country'. Now they get chatted off to some secret safe island, and they proudly say 'We weep with the families of those who bleed'.
Ha!
And no, I don't mean that the military should take over, for even that makes no difference. The name for the 'King or Queen' is simply changed. He/She is still taken to safety.
Whats my point?
I believe when the actual leaders are really in the battle, then it would not be so easy to make the decision to go to war. It would not be so easy to say 'send more troops in'. It would not be so easy to say 'I'm sorry he is gone, but he made his country proud'.

I sit here and wonder, when did War become a game of chess, with the Kings or Queens playing with human targets and even having a stand in sometimes for 'checkmate'? Only thing worse than a game of chess with humans is a game of never-ending chess with humans. The goal is to out-number the opponent into surrendering. So basically the country with the most population wins in the end cause the King-Queen can and will keep sending more pawns and pieces into the game, until there are no more left.
This is a war, they say.... casualties are expected.
Ah but pls, tell mi all this when the call to 'Charge' is made by the person leading the 'Charge'....

I sit here and wonder....

Sing to mi a song....

Write mi a letter saying how much you adore mi,
Play mi a song with lyrics that would move my tears.

Take pictures of mi when I don't know and send them to cheer mi,
Draw my face as you see mi and make mi smile always.

Put a rose on the pillow every morning for mi,
Pick mi flowers for the hell of it and pray I smile.

Take my mind off the world and all the cruelty of it,
Step into my fantasies and make them a reality.

Kiss mi gently with whispering words from your lips,
Kiss mi passionately like the world's end is in sight.

Pray with mi when I pray like you are praying for you,
Pray for mi when am away like I do you.

Remember my stars and make wishes as they fall with mi,
Bring mi the stars and make all my nights the starry night.

Grant mi these wishes, as I hope to grant yours too,
Do for mi these things, more than Romeo did for his Juliet.

Write mi a letter saying how much you adore mi,
Write mi a letter just to say 'hello' to mi....

This is art: The world would know

Art is the voice of the soul.
The only way the world can hear it. When the soul weeps, the world hears it in the art. When the soul is joyful, the world hears it in the art. And when the soul is lonely, the world hears it in the art. Its funny how hard the artist tries to fake a forever joyful emotion, but once the art is displayed, the world can tell. The words, the colors, the sound, the notes, the shape, scene....the world can tell.

The world would know.
Art cant hide the pain, art cant hide the joy. Art cant play 'fake', art cant be 'fake', the world would know. The artist has his emotions out on sale and the world buys it. Sometimes cheap, sometimes at a price, but it always buys it. The artist loves the art, the artist hates the art. The world might kill the art, the world might give it life. Whatever the world chooses, a piece of the artist is taken. A pound of flesh for each piece...
This is the art: The world would know...

She who is not She.

There is a tale they have of she,
A story they formed about her life.
She remembers not how it came to be,
But one day she awoke, and that was she.

They think she is this girl,
They think she has this sum,
They think her intelligence is beyond measure.
She remembers not how it came to be,
But one day she awoke, and that was she.

She is a normal girl,
From a normal childhood,
Whose father is an ordinary-extraordinary man,
Who works so hard to provide all for them,
And who she thinks is under-appreciated.

There is a tale they have of her,
One that stems from the previous tale.
It is longer now, and she knows.
She awakes at dawn with the smile they know,
Puts on her garb and is the She they know.
For changing the tale requires a new creation,
One she fears she has not the strength to begin.

This is to You

To the fragrance of my soul,
The one I do adore.
To the only moonlight flower that lives on at dawn.
Just for mi.
Lives on at dawn,
Just for mi.

To the beauty in my heart,
The one I smile for.
The one I cry for.
The one I live for.
The one I'll die for.

To the epiphany in my mind.
The one I think of,
The one who thinks more of mi.
The one who knows mi in joy,
The one who knew mi in pain.
To the one who sits upon the throne.
To the one who is King alone.
This is to You.