Mishima

In the Emperor’s name, he forged a shield,
made of himself and other loyal men,
They railed against the whole corrupted world,
demanding the Emperor Rule again.
Briefly, so Briefly, he took the world stage,
and tried to rally ranks of listless Troops,
to depose the puppet democracy,
cast out the influence of foreign groups,
and lay down their lives, if the need should come
that the Emperor reclaim rule of land
to reclaim the honor and the glory
that belonged to the people of Japan.
But those poor souls stared, and refused to act
for they were brought up Democracy’s slaves.
Thus failing, he fell upon his own sword,
Honor intact, he stepped into his grave.
Had only the listless sprung to life then,
the flame of passion sparked within their hearts,
and then bore that flame throughout all Japan,
How the world would have awoke with a start!
How might the world have transformed from that point!
How many blessings Japan would receive!
How many more words would he have then penned,
if he had but roused those slaves from their sleep!
We may never know, for better or worse…
but we can always speculate and dream,
of the Emperor’s Shield as triumphant
and visions of a New Golden Dawn’s beam.

 

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Sometimes I forget the Moon

Sometimes I forget the moon,

its bright silver light glowing,
the dark shadows and craters
disappearing then showing…
The stars themselves, they twinkle
and yet I will still forget,
their beauty and their patterns
and how the Gods have them set.
It’s not the clouds that blind me,
nor unfavorable skies:
I just misplace my focus,
and fail to lift up my eyes.
Sometimes, when I remember,
I will look up with a smile,
to see them, and to greet them,
and then admire them awhile.
For just then, in those moments,
a small blessing they bestow:
I forget it all but this:
Who I was so long ago…

Rebuild

The end is near, as the men with signs say.

The writing is on the wall- crimson red!

The old for purging, and burning away,

Strip the ruins to the foundation bed…

While all that can be reused will be kept,

the broken, the rotted, shall be tossed out,

and all the decay that has slowly crept

into the shadows, the corners, the grout…

Shall be brought into the broad light of day,

to be exposed, and slotted for the purge.

The ruin thus scoured, on full display

the old fading for the new to emerge…

Sacred Blueprints by my own two hands drawn: A self-built temple for a self-made Dawn. 

Joe

 

Beneath the boughs where the river flows,
he walks in whispers through the town.
By the fates decree, contempt like a shadow follows
but on his bowed head, his people’s crown.
Scarred and scorned, in youth untold
vengeance sought by his own hands
for righteous Justice, in a faith extolled
to right the wrongs on his stolen lands…
No, it was not greed that found him in that cave,
that curse that is their favorite sin…
No…It was his lands riches he wanted to save,
to buy back some land for the sake of his kin.

Matthew 25:40

 

I made a deal with a devil today,
to pull me out of spiraling crash
and to keep the snarling wolves at bay
and it only cost me double the cash.

A short-term fix, water for the flames
or if you will, a hastily placed tourniquet,
but at a high interest all the same,
saving me today to pay tomorrow’s high debt.  

The ones who could help me out
turn a blind eye, and cold shoulder
and thus condemn my family to this route.
Never has my own heart been colder…

For those who could, but choose to chide
for those who with such Christian like love
say this serves a good lesson to be applied,  
their Christlike actions- or lack thereof,

Speak a gospel to me that I would never preach
to those struggling with hope just within reach
and give meager words as their salvation slips away
that all this will pass one day…oh one joyous day!

American Condition

Down
Sinking
falling fast
not in water-
in high interest
and the merciless debt
that accompanies it.
I struggle in vain,
but overwhelmed,
I stumble,
and soon:
Fall….