The October post
Leave a CommentI haven’t posted in such a long while I’m not sure where to start.
FDTP was great! I made many new friends and was able to make some solid commitments for my life. After FDTP, I had a week long vacation, during which I had time to work on Coffee and George. It’s coming along. Please keep it in your prayers.
Also, I’m back in Fukuoka now. Due to some changes in my current home in Tokyo, I’m down here for awhile. I’m not sure when I can go back, but hope to soon. I’m really having a good time with my family and friends down here, and have even found time for some writing.
What I’ve been up to:
- writing more poems (coming soon)
- a Family reunion (photos coming soon, maybe)
- working on Coffee and George
- back with Deren and Kaelyn
- cooking, cleaning
All together, not much, and all the good stuff is what I won’t blog about. Take care!
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サヨーナラ! leaving for FDTP
Comments (1)明日から一ヶ月館山へＦＤＴＰに参加してきます！ 返ってきたら写真や土産話をいっぱい書こうと思ってます。祈っててね！
I’m leaving tomorrow to Tateyama for a month to attend FDTP! I’ll be sure to upload photos and stories once I come back. Please keep me in your prayers!
What is FDTP?
FDTPとは？
Miss Universe
That’s the winner, Stefania Fernandez. Venezuela has won the second year in a row.
Other personal favorites include: Columbia, Kosovo, Israel, Guatemala
大樹君 Taiki is born
三人目のおいっこが生まれました。松岡大樹君かわいい！
Matsuoka Taiki has been born! I am proud (yet humble) uncle to three funny boys. Ray is smart, Ryo is cool, and Taiki is potentially human.
Sushi event for the Matsuokas
I was asked to make sushi for the Matsuoka family get-together. I got Eiko, Yuriko, and Ai to help me. It was alot of fun! Check out the photos.
先週松岡家族の家族会のために寿司を永子、百合子、と愛ちゃんと一緒に作りました。楽しかった！写真みてな。
Turning Pages
It’s not the worst of crimes
But I stole you off the shelf;
Read you, kept you for myself.
.
At least a thousand times
I’ve read you from the start to finish
Yet no amount of turning pages
Will your mystery diminish.
.
And every time I read, it just amazes
Me how little you I know.
And with each nightly read upon my bed
My questions, fascinations grow.
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I’ve read a thousand times, I said;
Did I lose something in translation?
Misread your candid rhymes?
The nebulous dedication?
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I said I’ve read a thousand times;
I’ll read another thousand times,
Forwards, backwards explore:
And still want more.
–August 9, 2009
The Poet’s Prerogative
Being understood is overrated
In this age where rhyme’s outdated
And subtlety is wrong and blatancy is good
And simple things are grossly overstated
It’s almost our prerogative to be misunderstood.
.
When I write of leaves and of the dark and lonely wood
Quite possibly, they’ll say my theme is “adolescent mood.”
And when I write of dreams I had one day while I was idle
My poem is undoubtedly about (or obviously should)
Be the innermost feelings of a wretched suicidal
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Today, so much of poetry is lost in translation
And meanings, (what they once were), change amid our inspiration.
But write, still write, for there is always so much more to give
Of your talent and your pen. Forsake the present frustration
Of being misunderstood, for that is our prerogative.
–August 2009
Tell None
Tell no one I was here.
I never whispered in thy ear.
Nor touched the rain wet window glass.
I wipe my fingerprints
And quickly disappear.
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I leave no hints.
I brush the path
I sweep my trail away
I leave thee not a single note.
And at the foggy pier by boat
Silent and slow I sail away.
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I leave no blossom by thy bed
As thou in peace and quiet sleep.
I leave no kiss upon thy head
Nor greeting nor a parting word
I trust that thou my secret keep,
And my unsaid goodbye is heard.
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‘Tis better no one know
That I was here to wipe thy eyes.
I left an age and some ago.
And told them all of my goodbyes.
But it was only thou, my dear
I could not bear to bid farewell
So I returned to say goodbye, and also tell,
Thee, tell no-one that I was here.
–Augst 6 2009
