I owe you.
It took a real artist to find the beauty hidden in the desert.
It’s almost right there in front of you, if you look hard enough,
But it took the right person to unleash it.
And all this green and jazz just seems to fit here.
Soft floating sounds and noises fill the air with peace.
Pasadena, I am your friend.
Fill me with peace.
You’re lacing the desert with water.
You keep us at ease.
I’m stopped here,
and this car’s parked terribly.
I see lights up the road.
Are they coming to get me?
And who would’ve thunk it?
Castle walls on the side of a freeway.
A mystical forest full of wonder.
Oft do bees play on my windshield,
And oft do boys play soccer on abandoned parking lots.
West Tokyo, Japan.
A cold, early day in an even colder January.
Full of trees, this destination is never sought for pleasure, but for pain.
Good, my dear friend, you’ve left us for good.
Desperate and unidentified, you see no path to continuance.
Taro, where will you go? Why must you leave?
Your mind is the foundation your life is based on.
Use it.
But you see no path to continuance.
It must cease. All. Everything.
You bought a one-way ticket to the forest,
And in this forest burn trees for miles.
The dead are never found.
The officials fear more deaths.
Promises spent on 20 percent less.
But they don’t care about you.
Built up inside, you want to die?
Or do you just want it all to get better?
Burn the forests down!
Burn the forests!
Burn everything that stands in your way.
Both you Taro, and Japan.
Save the trouble, and the trip.
Please Taro, please.
You will be missed,
Whether you go missing in the forest,
Or because we have finished talking.
We lost some soul today.
Events that have occurred have now been erased.
Stories shared are now oil based, but not beautiful.
The factories have been overtaken by men who do no work.
“It’s a shame,” the man said.
His words were true.
This poetic masterpiece has been taken from us.
It’s being held captive in one mans mind.
This beauty may never be seen again.
Hurry, hurry and catch up!
The cloud has been abandoned.
It did not want to continue on.
We must save it before it falls behind the hills and it is lost forever.
We can still repair it but it all gets blurry.
Where are the other clouds off to?
They float away to a better place.
To sit along the coast,
Over the water,
Where they are collecting,
Where all the clouds flock to.
To express.
For freedom.
To do what they do best without hurting anyone.
Hey abandoned, you’ve got the wrong idea.
Stop there.
You’ve no place to go, have you realized?
And the timer runs out.
Your eyes start to water.
You stare in desperation
But where am I going?
I’ve landed here,
On this island,
And I intend to stay.
Don’t worry about me dear.
I’ve got my own back here.
Stay with me and laugh, or cry.
Peace I will bring you.
Peace. Peace to you.
Today is a good day.
When millions have flocked because millions more have died.
The hands of my fathers show 40 times more wear than mine.
Yet we still struggle, but not for long.
“Today could never happen. It’s just not happening.”
That’s what they said.
They were wrong.
This day could never happen! Not with the arsenal in their hands!
Who cares how long it lasts?
It will take just one day to be promised a future.
So let it last a lifetime!
And never forget the first Black leader of this rugged nation.
Celebrate achievement.
Can we fly away?
In front of the destruction that occurs around us.
As trees fall and cities collapse, you stand up and laugh.
Smile for me. How I love to see it.
Bring me peace.
The leaves fly by tonight
and this is a dangerous time.
There’s a real world outside this city of peace.
Some are lucky to see it.
We feel it occasionally.
A car crashes.
A home catches fire.
We are awaken for a second for we can’t sleep through the noise,
But how we love it.
Music is terrible. Noise rings.
Shower in it.
Not in the peace, but the destruction.
Today they leveled the hills so you could see the city,
But they raised them again when you finally looked up.
The rivulet full of dangerous silt flows throughout our bodies and out through our eyes.
What are you doing?
Time to grow up.
Go do something.
Time to wake up.
There’s nothing more frightening than seeing headlights on your side of the road.
I’m cool like that, cooler than this.
But where are we?
What have we done?
We’re so close to the water.
I lost my sight for it, for a second.
Gone, they are, like trucks on empty highways that pinstripe the landscape of the country.
Come back to us, though we don’t need you.
We’ve got something to live for.
Breathe it in.
Only positive from here on.
There’s something so primitive in our civilizations.
We are so lucky.
The lights that gleam from inside the houses scattered atop the city hills look like the glitter gold that overflows so brilliantly over the sides of glorious treasure chests that pirates once battled against each other to possess.