He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasuresfaded verses from his wife the way connoisseurssavor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.The record needle hits the groove wrong;he stumbles over words that aren’t there,rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.He doesn’t write poetry anymoreand his confusion is strangely endearing.But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,poetic lines inserted between the daily grindof character names and who said what;voiceless boys in white and draymen carting the dead to saltwater lakes,elegiac undertones that haunt historians and forlorn painters.He doesn’t write poetry anymore –except when he does.
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Kikuo Substitute eng lyricsWe are holding tight,Laying as close as cheek to cheekwaiting for the nightto cover us with gentle sleepBut all your warmth isRejected by my bodySuch a gentle feelingIs just too painful for me…AhhhhhAhhhIt’s like opening a hole that leads directly to the void of my torn heartSuddenly, it’s the same as the day when everything of me got torn apartAnd I was hoping so very much that one day I could forget it all…I’m engulfed by a thick black mist…Please give me nothingElse than endless misery and painI am afraid that I might break from sheer anxietyThat is whyI am so broken…You’re always so kind,And gentle when you’re with meI wish that that lightWould shine for eternityBut part of my heartJust refuses to believeThat I deserve a life that isn’t filled by miseryI’m already broken past the limitThere isn’t anything I could do.I try and try to just put up with it,But I’m just too deeply