Elucidating Questions

Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?

    I would like to disregard the last 2000 years of relatives

    Go back to those people that lived with the land and some semblance of respect for it

    I wonder what things they did in their day to day life that I’m missing?

    I have this overwhelming want to go home, but I feel that home no longer exists

    This alien world

    Of concrete and metal

    It’s apt that Part of Your World comes on

    Like I’m looking into the past and wishing I could go back

    It’s hard to know how I would be taken though

    I hope this love for the Earth and the stars and the Sun and Moon come from a whisper of my ancestors

    I hope this awareness that everything is alive in its way is an echo from them to me

    I hope I’m the last cry of an old line coming to an end

    Wishing this world had done better for us

    Dear ancestors I wish we had created a world that honoured respect of eachother

    I wish we had expanded that respect to all living things including this planet we make tracks all over

    My only solice is that I am not bringing anyone into this Earth to suffer or create suffering

    I hope you understand my decisions ancestors

    The ancestors that matter anyways

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  • Snuck up on me for once

    No one will know what that means

    That’s fine

    Yeah came in quiet and I wasn’t expecting you to suddenly show up

    I wish this was something I could communicate to someone else

    Ah well

    Could do without the other guy

    That’s okay

    I think it’s probably unique to me

    This is the only one I don’t know from the first note

    I wish you luck catching me off guard again music spirit

    I admit I’m impressed

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  • Am I aiming unabashedly for the same goal as always?

    Perhaps without reason

    Perhaps without belief

    It’s not as if I gave up

    Somehow, someway, still doing the same thing as before

    Engaging

    Our esoteric rapport

    One sided as it is

    Unknown if the unknowns are truly unknown

    Is it a truth or a desperation?

    Still clinging to the dream of one day meeting?

    That everything would be okay?

    Without this unlikely dream, I have nothing

    Without it

    Is it dead?

    Are we giving a eulogy?

    I don’t know

    Hush me why don’t you

    There’s nothing happening to show it’s alive

    Still I strive

    I mean the definition of crazy is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome

    Or is that just the laws of the universe?

    I’ll never know

    Either I’m crazy or I’m a magnificent outcome of the universe

    In its God Damned Image

    It’s just so hard to tell when something ends

    I’ll keep hitting this brick wall I’m sure it will break eventually

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  • I want to wake up with enough energy to clean my house

    So sick of living like this

    Living with not enough

    Not enough to do anything other than exist

    I’m so exhausted all the time

    It’s like I’m living half dead

    And all around me people don’t understand

    They think I’m making excuses

    I simultaneously wish everyone had this disease and no one

    Like Hitler deserved this

    Maybe I was Hitler

    I would deserve it if I was

    But I don’t think the millions of people with this disease were all Hitler

    Right?

    But if people who got this deserved it then all the rich bastards would get it

    I don’t know

    Sometimes it’s easier to pretend I deserve this

    Because if I don’t then why is it happening?

    Why is my life like this if I don’t deserve this?

    I don’t know where to go in this world without any answers

    It seems pointless to but I search for a reason every day

    Why my body has betrayed me so com

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  • I haven’t seen a touching sunset in some time

    Though today’s lack of sunset touched me in a way

    Prepared to go on strike until the sun comes back

    Dark at 6:30

    Preposterous

    I miss watching you languish and orange in the evenings

    Winter sunsets are short

    Boom darkness

    Kind of like the sun is in a rush

    Or is it the Earth?

    Trying to figure out why the sun moves North as we tilt back

    That it’s dark is not in question

    I miss sunsets

    Immediately like they were here mere weeks ago

    But the long hard crawl to Spring

    Lady Winter had better keep me entertained

    I’m not certain what I’m striking,

    But I’m going on strike until the sun comes back

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  • あちこち一人独り

    独りだと思ってて

    でも

    皆集めったら

    独りなのかな？

    I hear it from others

    The familiar sound of being alone in this world

    Here and there

    Alone

    But if we came together would we be?

    Would we be alone?

    I wonder if I would find someone familiar in a crowd of alone people

    I feel alone

    Among 8 billion (ugh) people

    Who all seem to have someone

    Isolation aside

    I wish I could collect all the alone people together

    See if we could find somebody

    独りだっと思てるよ

    寂しいがりやしか生き残るのかな？

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