forbidden rain

Inside your walls my tears have no value.
I am not the enemy.
I am not the ghost in the alabaster robe.

Yet, is it not my brother who kindles
Calvary across your grandfather’s lawn?
And, is it not my sister, who runs away, even
though she fights the same tyrant within
her own home?

They have promised themselves an unattainable
kingdom, grasping at their illegitimate rule with
only their skin to guide them.

Voices of the innocent, silent and broken, swoop
through Gabriel’s wings.  Listen—listen to them
as they affectionately and ferociously battle for
the living.  Twisted necks will be made straight.

I cannot weep for you.
I am not allowed.
I will not weep for them.
I shall not allow myself.

Actions speak louder than tears.
Inside your walls my tears have no value.
But now, here, in the darkness, when alone,
I weep long into the night.

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out there in the dark

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This is a self-portrait that I took at the Sakamiko Illumination.  I am standing in an enclosed walk-through tube that has walls which project a revolving kaleidoscope of colored light.  I was only able to look directly at the ceiling for a few seconds before the luminance’s intensity forced me to look away.
Sagamihara, Japan
February 2016

 

 

Radiant Route

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Yesterday, I visited the Sagamiko Illumination.  In Japan,  light displays are very popular during the winter season.

The Sakamiko display is the largest illumination in the Kanto area.  The theme this year is Great Britain and they  used 5.5 million lights!

The Sagamiko Illumination will run until April 10th.  Catch it if you can!

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Sagamiko Illumination

 

 

to the meadowlark (that I would like to be)

Rain’s lyrical cadence haunts him (Whitman and Eliot too) – but,
it doesn’t dare deposit its wrathful hands on me.

At present, grass is drying (as I lie sighing) beneath a lemon-hued
gorge, overflowing with endless jubilant, unconcealed song.

Clover eyes (blind forever) tumble down over my swarthy skin.
Index finger knuckles brush them away.  Tears remain.

If I stay silently through the night (may it last forever), will you
harbor me within your celestial enemy voice?

phobia theory

Moon fingers laugh with remarkable lucidity
but weep when the rains of April come.
Wrap me in spheres of calcium, flowing fast.
I will not cling to thin vibrating barriers.

Memories implode through convoluted pathways
(forget me not, but ring around the rosy) – what
folly, what fun – yet, if I may, must I repeat
myself (girdled in shame) as you demand?

Household Songs: The Brief and Unremarkable Life of Joseph Clarence Strauss/XI

Her magisterial gaze ensures that
two inattentive eyes
remain in the dark, polluted streets of
Lantern Yard.

Winged lambs, daubed in bronze,
flit past plasmic
lace organelles, waging a shameless battle for
restless minds.

Genbaku Dome (Atomic Bomb Dome)

Hiroshima Memorial Bomb Dome

On August 6th, 1945 at 8:15 a.m, the United States Army Air Forces dropped an atomic bomb on the city of Hiroshima, Japan.   The bomb exploded in close proximity to the Genbaku Dome; it virtually destroyed the entire city.  Former Hiroshima mayor, Shinzo Hamai, was instrumental in collecting funds for the dome’s preservation.  The Genbaku Dome has undergone two preservation projects since the 1960s.