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Thoughts on 2/3/2024

Mitsuo Tanaka

Why there in such grey waste? Jagged rocks like a maw opening to some wind swept moor. Even here, I am barred from. Oaken doors under heavy lock and stronger chains. There lies what dreams I thought lost, abraded by a hundred years of drafts, far too frigid to trek towards. Too distant to make a destination. Nothing I wished, not what I ever wanted, yet here I am. Under flicker of lantern and every shadow to whisper what folly I would have. Every word, rust upon me and not the iron that holds those doors shut, and the light … Continue reading Thoughts on 2/3/2024

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V Parody

Mitsuo Tanaka

Lo there. Now listen. In light, a lead tragedian, cast languidly as both laughing stock and lowlife by the letdowns of fate. This look, with layers of likeability and largely luring, is the least of the listed personnel, now latent, and lamenting. However, the locution of this lad stands livid, in lieu of the lifeless and lagging lineup of leisurely, laconic ideas that luridly make me line the links to the larger whole. Have a lager, write a letter. Learn, live, love, and you may call me L. Continue reading V Parody

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Tired on a Thursday Night

Mitsuo Tanaka

It is where the light went to, now all but a sliver. Nothing else through the sludge covering every window. Every shadow, suffocating. Every dream, as coal dark as these hours named night. When that slice disappears from the glass and all is without shade, without hue, without remorse. And in this endless limbo of time and doubt, there is but the hope to that bit of light touching my cheek. Just one last time. Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Tired on a Thursday Night

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Myself but Younger

Mitsuo Tanaka

Tied to a horse that never tires. Pulled through the streets made from slumber. Under spires of pale luminescence. Trodden in mud and rain water. Seems to become another cloak upon me. To hide every tear, every endeavor, every disappointment. For all I’ve ever asked from each star beyond towers that halt my view. Close my eyes and here I am once more. Under deluge. Sightless under a tattered hood. Dragged for no other reason than the want of one dream. Just to touch sun. Just to warm these frozen hands. Just to know what lies within the sky. – … Continue reading Myself but Younger

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Thoughts on 10/12/21

Mitsuo Tanaka

Reach out and there is a century. When those words parted her lips. Look at the clock face and there is a thousand leagues. That the years have passed since in a place so far away. That place of forgotten angels upon a late hour. Past the gloam of a day’s destiny. Those promises. Those hands that laid upon my cheeks to hold me still. Those ticks of a clock hand that measured her smile. In my memory. In every one of my wishes. For all time. Continue reading Thoughts on 10/12/21

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Non Astra

Mitsuo Tanaka

“Do anything,” so whispered. For her. In those last days. Touching through that tattered weave of years. “Do you?” What was asked if she still loved me. The same echo down empty halls. Floating through glass, cloud, sky, then into all the colors of night. Then back to me. A bit more sleepless. A bit more grey. Still asking “Do you?” “Would you?” And never to hear, “Yes.” Continue reading Non Astra

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Surface

Mitsuo Tanaka

Follow what dawnless dark whispers into my brain. Leads me back to tides that take their toll. With toil, without temperance. Father Time as much as Davey Jones, to take from me what holds me from crushing depths. Under vanishing currents. Under skies that hold every dream I never held. Every wish set upon the first star. Still I remain. Reaching for the break of water and gasp for air. Still my hands pull towards that light so far away. Never to let me go. Never to perish so meekly. Continue reading Surface

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In Memoriam

Mitsuo Tanaka

One less star, and the night seems that much darker. One less point of light but not one distant in a lens. That much less glow, and the evening draws colder. That one star though, ever so loved by all that saw it. In memory, there is life, and in living such memories shared. Less that one star but know while deeper the ink is drawn upon that ether, it will always shine within everyone that saw it but once. Continue reading In Memoriam