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Haikus

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on June 14, 2019 by Drogo

Japanese Poems – Haikus (Hokkus)

 

So white the snow that chills bones; fire inside, keep warm; cold is winter frost – Drogo

 

Such utter silence! Even the crickets singing; muffled by hot rocks. – basho

 

I am going out; be good and play together; my cricket children – issa

 

Not a voice to stir; darkness lies on fields and streets; sad the moon has set. – imozeni

 

Lightning flash, crash; waiting in the bamboo grove; see 3 dew-drops fall – buson

 

Ashes my burnt hut; but wonderful the cherry tree; blooming on my hill – hokushi

 

Life? Butterfly on swaying grass; That is all; but exquisite! – soin

 

Glorious the moon; therefore our thanks dark clouds; come to rest our necks. – basho

 

Dim the grey cow comes; mooing mooing, and mooing; out of the morning mist – issa

 

Take the round flat moon; snap this twig for handle; what a pretty fan! – sokan

 

Why so scrawny cat? Starving for fat fish or mice; or backyard love? – basho

 

Seas are wild tonight; stretching over sado island; silent clouds of stars. – basho

 

Dewdrop let me cleanse; in your brief sweet waters; these dark hands of life. – basho

 

Mountain-rose petals; falling, falling, falling now; waterfall music . – basho

 

Amorous cat, alas; you too must yowl with your love; or even worse, without! – yaha

 

By that fallen house; the pear-tree stands full-blooming; an ancient battle-site. – shiki

 

In the open shop; paper-weights on the picture books; young spring-time breeze. – kito

 

In city fields contemplating; cherry-trees; strangers are like friends. – issa

 

Green shadow-dances; see our young banana-tree; patterning the screen. – shiki

 

Laugh now pease; remember how we like to be; love inner joy – drogo

 

Dont touch my plum tree! Said my friend and saying so; broke the branch for me. – taigi

 

Twilight whippoorwill; whistle on, sweet deepener; of dark loneliness. – basho

 

Many solemn nights; blond moon, we stand and marvel; sleeping our noons away. – taitoku

 

Fie! This fickle world! Three days, neglecting cherry-branch; and you are bare. – ryota

 

Hanging the lantern; on that white blooming bough; exquisite your care! – shiki

 

In the sea-surf edge; mingling with bright small shells; bush-clover petals. – basho

 

The river; gathering may rains; from cold streamlets for the sea; murmuring mogami. – basho

 

A gate made; all of twigs with woven grass; for hinges for a lock this snail. – issa

 

Wind-blown, rained on; bent barley-grass you make me; narrow path indeed. – joso

 

I dreamed of battles; and was slain, o savage samurai! Insatiable fleas! – kikaku

 

In silent midnight; our old scarecrow topples down; weird hollow echo. – boncho

 

Dew evaporates; and our world is dew, so dear; so fresh, so fleeting. – issa

 

Seek on high bare trails; sky-reflecting violets; mountain-top jewels. – basho

 

For a lovely bowl; let us arrange these flowers; since there is no rice. – basho

 

One fallen flower; returning to the branch? Oh no! A white butterfly. – moritake

 

Under cherry-trees; soup, the salad, fish and all; seasoned with petals. – basho

 

Now from cherry-trees; millions of maidens flying; fierce war-lord storm. – sadaiye

 

Moon so bright for love! Come closer, quilt enfold; my passionate cold! – sampu

 

Too curious flower; watching us pass, met death; our hungry donkey. – basho

 

What a peony? Demanding to be measured; by my tiny fan. – basho?

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Yo Soy Yo Mismo

Posted in Ethics & Morals, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2019 by Drogo

Yo soy yo mismo – I am myself

I am married to Freedom, and she knows me for who i am. We were married when i became an adult, and our wedding vows were made with each heart break. I am loyal to my friends, and mostly to the best of them, but no one owns or controls me. Those who live with each other are part of each other’s lives, and no promises or betrayals are needed for patterns of behavior to be known. To love Freedom is a game of release, without cheating because there are no jealous hateful rules for others to enforce.

Poem on Death or Loss

Posted in dreams, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Spiritual, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2019 by Drogo

My gardens, my pets, my friends, my family… those I lose are still with me every day and every night. i still see, hear, and feel them around me and inside me. im always reminded of those things that make me who i am. the things i lose are alive in my dreams or in the presence of other things. Sometimes my dreams of my dead father being alive feel very real. To be remembered is not a depressing concept it is the dying and absence aspects that hurt; but only in forgetting is there absence of our conscious minds; but that is limited absence in the totality of being. 

– Drogo

Lullabies – Sleep Songs

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2019 by Drogo

Sleep Song by Drogo

 

My mind is almost gone,

I don’t know what’s going on.

Lulled by a lovely tune,

I will be asleep soon.

Some way, some how,

I am going to the land of sleep now.

 

Good-night.

 

*

 

more to be added when im awake….

We Dub Thee Undeserving

Posted in Cooperative collaboration, Ethics & Morals, Poems, Psychology, relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 10, 2019 by Drogo

Those we deem undeserving of compassion due to their inability to care about our feelings, have probably not learned enough about compassion to know they need it the most, even if they do not want it from us. These are people that do not know how to give love enough for people to want to give it back to them; or they place too many limits on their love it counter-acts the little they give to most relations; or they expect love without having to give the same in return. The statement was inspired by a reformed neo-Nazi, after he described changing his life focus from hate to compassion. i added “we deem” because who is to judge? We are. People do. Sometimes for self-defense and good reasons. Limited love and reasonable compassion are realistic to be able to give to even some of the worst people; ie some mercy… While being able to defend our own lives. writing about types of sustained love is writing about desire for emotional balance often. When we call people whores or sluts just because they will not only be with us, ironically it is us who is less affectionate than the person we are accusing of being too affectionate with too many people. They might be disloyal to us, or may have hurt us; but we become undeserving of love if we try to ruin their lives more than they hurt us.

That kind of emotional vengeance no matter how justified, makes us into monsters as much as any of the thousands of liars in history.

Whores can be affectionate to those they like, so it has less to do with careers and more to do with ability to be compassionate. Loyal people can abuse the frickin hell out of people, and loyalty is not necessary for being nice to strangers for example, or letting someone go that feels abused.

Turn Back Time In Your Mind

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2018 by Drogo

You can turn back time,

the kind that’s in your mind;

remember back to when you were happy,

loving nostalgia is not just sappy.

feel the feelings, desire the emotion

memory is like a magic potion

find how the actions affect your mind

relive the experience in your own time.

Walk down the steps in the sunshine

sleep in the hammock under the pine

sit on the dock in the moonlight

meditate until your mind feels right.

-Drogo

[Spell for healing melancholy; inspired by 21 Pilots]

Ritual components for the Memory Recall spell: mugwort, sage, thyme; antiques, personal artifacts, place talisman; as well as nostalgic music and a candle.
Light the candle, smell the herbs, repeat the poem.

Creative Process: Vanity vs Self-Esteem

Posted in Arts (Design & Performance), Multimedia Communication, Philosophy, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Psychology, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 6, 2018 by Drogo

listening to how i sang as a kid gave me the freedom i needed to try more with myself. I like half-poetry, half-chanting free-form songs for my voice; if i can focus on singing it how i want without caring about other instruments as much it is easier to sound ok I think. if i dont have to match every note exactly to something else, it becomes way easier. sort of like singing to a child, ‘professional stress’ is not a factor, we just use the voice we have as pleasantly or as silly as we want.

recording studios are really not better than just recording something meaningful, quality aside. since emotional quality doesnt depend on sound standards that are relatively the same. either way its someone pressing record, and then anyone can change it around later. vanity is funny, because if we dont want to look at ourselves in a mirror, it is usually because we think we would feel worse, however that means that by not doing it we are being more selfish to feel better, because we are afraid of not being good enough for whatever. Like when we dont want other people to look at an image we dont like of ourselves, when we think the image is not as good as we are, we are being vain. It is probably more humble to not be so concerned about how other people feel towards us either way.

the effort to record as in pressing record is not really a big deal. People make a bigger deal about how often they listen to themselves, superstitiously as though as many times as watching anything else will make them insanely vain and jinx their talent. society gives you a stereotype of how we should look and sound. I think thats the problem for a lot of people. Plus people tire of things easily, if they think they are getting nothing good out of it.

Self-esteem to want to listen to yourself, look at yourself, and learn from yourself is not usually the same as extreme vanity to the point of narcissism. The term narcissism has been over-used recently, like the word ‘creepy’, because we are all realizing how common it is to not understand things we see in each-other, that we consider different regarding ourselves. Some people are more sensitive to things, or caught up in psychological complexes than others, but really existence is a psycho-somatic mystery for all of us, even the ones that think they have solved it.

Be confident when you feel you need to express yourself and defend your work! If people do not like it, at least you were true to yourself, no matter how much they think you failed. Retrospect combined with empathy is actually how caring and considerate people judge things, not the history that psychopathic dictators think is justified in the name of ‘might is right’; this is usually a bigger problem than most of us will face by our own common whistling however.

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