≪music&poetry is life ≫  〜 Life is Spiral 〜  This is his wonderful poetical works. Yuuta

 


                     The way of the moon

              Way of the moon Soft light
              Way back A hand is connected.
              Stellar empty Wish
              Way of the moon A promise is made

              A nonchalant wind
              A small night




                       Good night

              He sleeps. She sleeps.
              They sleep.
              Good night Good dream

              I sleep. You sleep.
              I sleep.
              Good night Good dream

              It is wished as shake.
              It wishes please hold.





                        scene one

            Green transparent there spreads out.
            Light has shone in.
            Probably the touch is in the softness of jelly.
            LUCY has floated.
            I am looking at the dream when or in the daytime which was seen.





                        Boomerang

             I am. You are.
             You are. I am.
              Conversion is repeated.
             It is revolution.
             Occasionally it is a centripetalism target.
             Occasionally it is a centrifugal target.

             It is a boomerang to the empty of twilight.
             I want to watch as it is.
             It is a boomerang to the empty of twilight.





                       The holiday in May

            Under big tree of an appointed place
            The leaf which is noisy to expectation shines skillfully.
            Green air gets used to the skin exactly.
            Me who doze on a tree leak day and inhale light
            The load was taken down and it became half-closed eyes.





                       A blue shuttlecock

           The window of midnight is opened.
           A shuttlecock is flown in darkness.
           A shuttlecock strokes night.

           A cruel siren
            It basks in the light of the moon. Before resounding
           Honey of the flower in woods which shines Blue feather is flown at least.
           I am invited and it smells. Red blood of a scream
           It dyes the ground and needs.
           Man who swims in a lake Blue feather is swayed with a finger.
           A prayer of an Indian
           A shuttlecock is put on a wind.






                      Gloomy

  It is understood by the dream at dawn. A strange man beckons and shines.
  What is reflected in the eye which does not wink A man begins to talk to me.

  It is very gloomy anyway. I planned to come out of the room.
  I want to come to break the show window of a beautiful store.
  God died then.

  It is very gloomy anyway. My reason breaks.
  It already becomes the slave of an impulse. Murderous intention and the body are left to a race.
  God died then.

  When light and darkness divide in pickpocketing The strange man returned to darkness.
  I murmur into slanting solar light. Anyway gloomy very




                            Light

While exposing the feeling which was paralyzed to the wind which blows through the valley of a building
the past is not likely to come -- the mind which is shut completely and shines from a crack -- carrying out
It wants to cry into light , and indeed uneasy

Freedom is also giddiness today.
A step is shaky.
He cannot walk well.

What time is the narcissism it is severe and humorous and ugly which does not deserve pitying?
A sharp tooth is shown, all in these worlds are made into blindness, and a dark time comes again.
It wants to cry into light , and indeed uneasy






                       It vomits and is a reservoir.
 
            An outlet is for a happy parade.
            An outlet is built in the place where a day does not hit.
            If there is an outlet, it will vomit, and a reservoir is possible.
            There It vomits and is a reservoir.

            It vomits and a reservoir is unreserved concrete.
            It melts into night and gray.
            One paradise bird which strayed there
            A skillful shuttlecock is shaken.
            The sound of Beautiful white.
            A paradise bird is after several months.
            Without who takes
            It vomited and starved to death by the reservoir.

            An outlet is for a happy parade.
            An outlet is built in the place which a wind does not blow.
            Their eyes are turned away. It plans there to have been for nothing.
            It vomits and accumulates there.






                     Healing feeling

 The left day is going to break.
 I withdraw from the prairie which gets wet in a morning dew, and go to the beach.
 While extending both hands in the breeze felt for bare skin
 The wave which arrives at sands and which stops, brings near without between and is returned
 The morning when biorhythm is cured by harmonizing





                       love&peace

        While the scene where there is no color has been the silence, it passes.
        I want to feel it which spreads in the inner part of your pupil.
        While following an open seam of the dream which is likely to be scratched out
        I want to draw it which became clear small in stagnation.
        Even if [ I am not opened toward the world ]






                          Schedule

             -> and a personal problem
             It is difficult problem
             Cross face ->

             Shortly, it is due to go to a cosmos field.
             It is a nonchalant welcome of cosmos a receptacle.
             Shortly, it is due to go to a cosmos field.
             It is the small blessing of cosmos a receptacle.

             -> and a social problem
             It is difficult problem
             A cross face





                       Snowy night

         Light with a small, small window
         Mother who smiles in response to the child in the belly
         Light with a small, small window
         She makes the talk of the flower which blooms in winter him, and shines.

         Snowy night ----
         In a feeling to hold quietly
         Snowy night ----
         It is surely held at night.

         Light with a small, small window
         The dream of the circus as a child is remembered and it shines.
         Light with a small, small window
         Tom Weits flows and shines from radio.






                          Melting pot

            Yesterday The wall was collided with.
            Empty is still said and it is the weather.
            Melting pot please
            You do painting to a wall and shine.
            It is the touch which is somewhat ticklish. ----

            Yesterday A bridge breaks.
            Empty is still said and it is the weather.
            Melting pot please
            Bybrook, you do marbling and shine.
            The face which frolicked too much for a while is carried out. ----






                            Home

             A train started moving as if there was what .
             The man who was too late in the home in front of dawn

             With the eye which was tired
             I had closed the eye.
             Asphalt
             Home Street organ
             It leans on a bench.
             I was looking at the dream.
             Pantomime
             Silence movie

             A train started moving as if there was what .
             The woman who waited too much in the home in front of dawn






                        heaven's breath

              Afternoon when a wind strokes a cheek To a hill
              Whisper of the leaf of an olive To a hill

              heaven's breath window harp In a tone
              Her who strains her ears and shines
              While I merely leave the body
              The song of a wind is hummed.

              The other side of a hill is a windmill around which it turns slowly.
              The other side of a hill is a balloon to which a blue sky is crossed.

              The days of when or I return.
              It returns to the place where a wind is produced.




                          Good-bye

          The slight fever of imagination is riding to an air current.
          While drawing the flowing line
          It looks at the world with the viewpoint of a bird.
          Good-bye is said to the thrown world.
          Good-bye
          The dream seen in the good hill of a view
          Uneasiness of grass which shakes to a wind

          A blink is the town of a toy cutoff.
          While basking in solar light which shines
          A beat designs the world.
          Good-bye is said to the thrown world.






                        Moon light

              By the middle of night
              Whale has sung.

              The penguin is looking up.
              She are both hands.
              It is going to draw the moon light.
              I swim.
              Up to the dawn in August

              By the middle of night
              The elephant is looking at the dream.
              Birds are resting.





                       good morning

            The morning which smells of a wind
            Good morning
            Good night
            You hum.
            good morning

            The morning which smells of a wind
            Good morning
            A walk is taken today.
            You are happy.
            good morning






                        A red moon

            The woman of a metallic rose
            While hearing the sound in which the world creaks
            It saw at the end.
            The moon which looks large strangely
            A strangely big red moon

            A sadistic impulse
            It overflows and is made night. ----
            A sadistic impulse
            The moon is dyed red. ----

            Signal Sound of a horn
            dead body of the cat run over by the car
            It saw at the end.
            The moon which looks large strangely
            A strangely big red moon





                        A blue stone

             She gave.
             Beautiful A blue stone is taken in a hand.
             It puts on the place by the window of night quietly.
             The light of the moon illuminates smoothly and shines.
             I am surely wrapped gently.

             She gave.
             Beautiful A blue stone is taken in a hand.
             A thought is brought near by memory of a stone and it shines.
             When far memory spreads in a night sky
             I look at the surely same dream and shine.






                          Cherry tree

          Night which cannot sleep A cherry tree is in full bloom.
          A cat cries and it is voice. The world is serious.

          It is invited to the dead body. Tonight
          Under a cherry tree

          Night which cannot sleep A cherry tree is in full bloom.
          Her who wears the bottom The world is serious.






                     acting out

       TV which projects uneasy news
       TV in which disquieting air is reflected

       In the North Atlantic ocean Western sky It falls. Newest model Jet aircraft
       On the South Pacific seashore It goes up inside. It had been shriveled up dolphin.

       Physiology which hangs around Pathology minced
       Doesn't it do whether a problem does?
       Is it damaged ?






                         Flower

            Actuality Fantasy
            Flower which blooms in water Flower which blooms in water

             Sand which falls and falls from common
            The cat which coiled the tuxedo
            It is Chirico's picture when it gets down from stairs.
            It lies down on a small ship and a river is gone down.

            Rule Obedience
            Flower which disperses in empty Flower which disperses in empty







                     A mysterious post card

            It arrives at the night which cannot sleep.
            A mysterious post card

            The man of a card
            In strange voice
            By the strange face
            Song of extinct Buffalo is sung.

            It arrives at the night which cannot sleep.
            A mysterious post card








                              Face

           Morning Mirror If it looks in Another person's face
           (Who are you?)
           Another person says.
           Although I can consider love
           Love cannot be known.

           A necktie does not only find me.
           The face of today does not only find me.

           Morning If it looks into a mirror Another person's face
           (What am I?)
           Another person says.
           Although you can consider love
           Song to love cannot be sung.
           shoes does not only find me.
           The face of today does not only find me.






                     Insomnia

            Social role Self-management
            It prepares for a large disaster.
            It solidifies. It is puzzled.

            He takes journeys, such as me. To the journey to starting of the world
            By and the middle of falling An eye always awakes.

            Social success Crisis management
            It prepares for the 3rd order.
            It is followed. It is drowned.







                       colours(sora)

       The peculiarity of sora which looks at empty likes very much, and comes out.
       An empty color starts being worrisome.
       Since empty changes a color each time
       It is very attractive.
       I thought that empty was very beautiful.

       I want to have come to stick a color.
       With the image which you draw
       In white rows of houses To feeling or feeling
       When mixing Blue and Green, it is in Italy.
       The van Beano is couscous. Mischievous
       When mixing Blue and Green, it is in the United States.
       A no tea boy is wall coating play.

       I thought that sora was very beautiful.
       It is very attractive.
       Moreover, it is since empty changes a color capriciously.
       The color of sora starts being worrisome.
       It likes the peculiarity of sora very much and it looks at empty.


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