Poetry by

Bill Mitsuru Shimizu

The Gift of Love



Timeworn enveloped songs,
Blistered, ethereal love
Rips the ancient,
Sepulcher of humanity...

Mummified red-raw lips
Stifled, shook and cracked
The timeless monotony
Unperturbed for years...

Liberating restless spirits
into the sea of tranquility.
Calming the silent rage,
in the dark planet of hatred.


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Brush Strokes
 

Awkward landscapes and distant crooked buildings
Bathing nudes and aquamarine rivers
Calloused eyes and women of style
Deadly venomous asps and orange fruitcakes;

Eager brushes by the pale trembling hands
Pained strokes on moldy canvasses
Propped on broken easel in a gray-wallpapered studio
Showcasing the best works that I can do;

Blue trees on emerald forests
overlooking the impressive blotchy- paintings
inside the soft iodine-colored show room
Waiting for the chance for the final slapped on the chin!

Resplendent smiles from the eyes of a mad man
standing up against the world in soiled ragged clothes
trying to savor the taste of yellowed moments
in hushed phantasmagoric silence;

I dreamed of Cézanne,
but the colors and stars are far from anything,
and the people are not themselves
So, I wept in throbbing shame and heartfelt sorrow...



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Muted Silence
 

I know that the sun

No longer shine on you

You who now have darkness

For sanctuary.



I know that

A long time ago

You tried your best

To hold on to

-but fate would not let you.



Now I know

Why your heart

No longer beats?



It is long dead.

-buried in the tombs

of the unheard.


bill mitsuru shimizu

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Heart in the Sand



I leave my heart in the sand
Where the waves
Can wash away
My misery.

Ever since you went away
My mind is in a
state of disarray.

I know that
I should never have
Loved you.

But what can I really do?

Someday
You will understand
Why I buried my heart
In the sand
And left your memories behind.
 

bill mitsuru shimizu

Title: Heart in th
Why I buried my heart
In the sand
And left your memories behind.
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