_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

Poor little insect
finding his way back home in the maze of...

The magic...
of entertainment...................... .......of...

Not to kill or harm
they just improvise justice...

A Samurai
versus the onslaught of foes...

Whiteness in my heart
I roll from the snow fall to...

I‘ve never seen roads
this tearful...

Not love or God
they neither sing...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...