Why did you destroy my heart?
Someone loved you. Just an ordinary person. A European lonely guy
My life’s desire was unknown, but the desire brought a beautiful flower
Your life created a new one. Wishing your heart. Don’t forget this mood
My life is yours. My life is the depth of my grave for you. Black marble
Silver letters, antique style, just a memoir, silver black tulip, and a white
“This is a Stone for a Lost Love, in this Memorial Park. Rest in Peace”
Rest in Peace
Peace find him
I love the Peace
We live together
My love on Earth
Be at rest in peace
I am waiting for you
We will live here
Together, forever
This Christmas morning,
a lone
piper played
at Veterans Memorial Park:
Amazing Grace.
The haunting sound
was tribute and lament,
and a gift to us
who passed.
December 25, 2018
You came to me today
As I wandered the memorial park
Looking for my father's brick
Chilled, leaning into the vicious cold
I dream of you one night
The next day you make your intentions known
I take it as a Cosmic sign that our fates will intertwine
And so they do, though not as I expect
This will be a harsh lesson
I never had a lipstick kiss like yours
I'll taste it for years - this is not hyperbole
Fool on the Hill on the car radio
You wear your Audrey Hepburn veneer
I think you are drawn to me because you think I will see
Your sadness and anger and vulnerability
And love you wildly for all of it
You want me to tell you that you are my Muse
I’m consumed by dual thrills of illicitness and guilt
I make you material
You awaken a desire to possess you
I let you manipulate me like the others
You hate me for it
Your father has a brick here too
I don't know if you do
In the shade of Kennesaw
Where they shine the canons now,
Where the wheel's unchanging law
Beats the weapon to the plow--
We went hunting Easter eggs.
How the sun had gilded Spring
While we joined the children's play,
While the planned remembering
Hid behind a joyous day.
We went hunting Easter eggs.
Where the blood of Illinois
Flowed into the open field,
Where embattled man and boy
Multiplied the reaper's yield.
We went hunting Easter eggs.
Here the pines of Cheatham Hill
Shed to stuff a trench's mouth;
And the children, never still,
Could not stop for North or South--
We went hunting Easter eggs.
Battle of Kennesaw Mountain and Cheatham Hill--Civil War Memorial Park.
(Every year on August 6, Japanese people observe
the Hiroshima day by releasing hundreds of white pigeons
in the blue sky of peace memorial park, the then bomb
blast area. I visited that area on the Hiroshima day of 1999)
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I still smell the smoke of
an atomic bomb blast
There were a lot of broken buildings
and human remnants in the museum
and the memorial parks……
Many people were victims of leukemia
Still many suffering from skin cancers
and genetic disorders…….
I still smell the smoked flesh and blood of
human beings in the air of Hiroshima
I still hear the voice of hundreds of
unsatisfied souls in the sky of Nagasaki…….
No more Hiroshima
No more Nagasaki……
She was sitting in a memorial park,
Her child was playing a side. When
He heard a noise, ran off and started to weep,
Mum, why didn’t my dad come home?
He was in army and a pilot, he added.
He was dead in a helicopter crash.
He is unable to understand it, and I
Can’t repeat all the time a same story.
When he will be grown up, he will understand,
Why am I helpless to complete his demand?
I know all may blame me to see his weeping,
They didn’t understand how am I facing all?
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