Kyoto Dream Pt. 2 (Lemongrass Lavalamp)

Looking skyward

but steadily moving toward

These dreams of mine

As the wind collectively causes chimes

of monotone metronomes

Written in the format of a traditional song

Tasting the essential essence

Admiration of a former beings' presence

Taken via precise camera angles

Organized sounds of her clashing bangles

Photographed but never documented

Vintage printed

Replica of the Universe Soul

Foot prints from a worn out sole

yet so delicate and wise

The study of remarkable lives

Transferred into eloquent lyrics

Tools being sand and a stick

A wave "Hello" to crashing waves

Taught by those that were simply brave

When circumstance sends a request

As the heart of a toddler begins to confess

about a dancing remedy

Plain and simple memories

Beginning without beginning

Ending without ending

Yet a verbalized story of occurance

Attached to concepts containing substance

Upon thoughts of meditation

Rather than ye old determination

So ask the author 'Where did all this start.....?"

November Novelist Isn't A Novelty Item Pt 3 (Japan Ease)

Multiple thoughts came to mind during this hiatus...Like when the Pt.1 & Pt.2 were written, there was hope to be taken seriously as an artist, a poet, a musician and now a photographer.That document was an episode of every day life.During this semi-break many things have occurred; like falling in love for the first (and final) time; acquiring the abilities to demand, and speak freely. But also my engagement to Caren - the person that has healed the person you see today.Have you ever been locked inside your own mind hoping to find the path that defines you?That situation is consistently floating around amongst many other unwritten ideas....Japan has been the symbol of peace in a foggy mind but vivid like a lighthouse, which brought about the term "Japan Ease."As produced in Studio Ghibli lost in an alternate world written by myself but honestly this new world is better in every way humanly accessible.I believe there is always something, somewhere, and someone better for each individual. You just have to create in whichever way you see fit.Made by the poor but designed for the smart.To 'master' "peace" is a priceless masterpiece.Life can be viewed as an heirloom passed down from generation to generation, but this generation determines whether the tradition survives or not.The dream of writing a book is still in reach; many dreams from a literary dream weaver.Most of my energy has been put towards poetic devotion rather than blog entries, but love and peace reside in both.The sky is not the limit.This is a short conclusion to the introduction of November who is not leaving any time soon.
Signed, Kyoto Sora Osaka
I love you guys, see you soon (expect more writing this month)

Music is love and love is like music.....

The Universe Soul Climax (Artwork)

Written via granite pencils

Tracing shapes designs from art utensils

Crumbled paper and removed staples

On the surface of a dirty table

Vibrant mixtures of newborn color

A trait past down from Natures' Mother

Graceful brush strokes

Aero Pastels remain ever so broke

Signature music notes flow out the open window

Cross faded from the efforts of ONE Soul

Whilst paint drips from these fingertips

Not a single step has been skipped

but rather embraced

from a soulful place

Visual documentation of vast landscapes

and the episodes of above average mental space

Perfect instrumentals

that have the power to console

Calm

from unwashed palms

Clean

but way more you have ever seen

Neutral spirit through Golden Gates

Gliding slowly over a hand painted lake

The woman of a casual artists' dream

A part of a bound beyond the lowly term "team"

She laughs, so the painter is amusing the muse

Acquiring new art supplies without any shoes

Free from judgement

Content with contentment

The sunlight being the only source of light

but what about tonight?

Dreams caressing one another through cosmic air waves

Greeting each other with the word "Hey"

A blend of sunrise

with a shade of lovely green eyes

A painting without a signature

but still signature and mature

Now hangs delicately on the wall

and the creator stands ever so tall

Waiting for "Artwork" to return

to show what he himself has learned.....