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Takashi Yanagi Poem
Words at the edges
Of your Tongue
Are not merely Words.
A Thought trying
Desperately to be expressed.
If hope lie in words
Is Hopelessness the absence?
No sound, no chirp, no brighter day ahead.
Engulfed by Darkness and Dread
If words are crucial to meaning
Why are they misused?
When slang destroys the basis of Thought
When LOL substitutes true Laughter
When a text makes Emotion
obsolete…
What do we do next?
Just ink on paper
Stained but not Bled
We await the future
Words…..
Copyright © Takashi Yanagi | Year Posted 2011
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Takashi Yanagi Poem
A migration to escape the past,
Just a mother and her son
Together on a journey that won’t last.
Coming to America, they thought they’d won,
For twelve years the start of a new life
Through sweat and struggle, overcoming the transition.
A mother soon to be a new wife
Contracted a disease so deadly,
She had to undergo the knife.
Leaving her son with a mournful melody
As she ascended that one lonely October morning,
Overwhelmed with bittersweet tears, so sad yet so heavenly.
Copyright © Takashi Yanagi | Year Posted 2012
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Takashi Yanagi Poem
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained,
What has become of this light of day?
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.
The comfort of the night on darkness rained,
To wander the streets with naught to say,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
To walk down the alley, narrow and tear-drained,
Watching for a sign but leading me astray,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.
This hurt that covers, a veil ingrained,
Finds me getting on an empty subway,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
Travelling to nowhere by fate ordained,
Until the distance feels furthest away,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.
To undergo the sound and suffering so sustained,
I find myself too hesitant to pray,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.
Copyright © Takashi Yanagi | Year Posted 2012
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Takashi Yanagi Poem
The loneliness so silently descends.
My mind is mixed, confused, so wrong the feel
Of death, a loss of one no thing can mend.
The touch is gone: the hurt, a broken seal.
The battle done: the pain, so long the fight.
The war, the tears, the cries wash o’er with thoughts;
And what I’d do to make this right tonight
and end the suffering, a glimpse much sought.
A last warm hand so cold, an ice of touch-
My screams “Come back! Come back!” of shame, of sin
So mute, so plain, unfair, just not enough.
The fate, in place on stone engraved in pen.
Come back to me that’s all I ask, with hope-
lessness, I hide so desperate to cope.
Copyright © Takashi Yanagi | Year Posted 2012
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Takashi Yanagi Poem
Risk
A particle in time
Ready to be seized.
Moment
A fragile instance
That can disappear
forever…
Action
A state of urgency
That fades with uncertainty.
If ignored,
slips away
from the grasp
previously had
But never seized.
Copyright © Takashi Yanagi | Year Posted 2012
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Takashi Yanagi Poem
Learning
Is everywhere.
A constant search,
Never-ending struggle,
An ongoing process
To get further ahead.
From the moment
The newborn infant
Opens his eyes and
Sees the surrounding world,
To the elderly man,
Who sighs one last breath
Closing his eyes
A final time.
The universal truth
Of Forever
Learning.
Copyright © Takashi Yanagi | Year Posted 2012
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