Where did all of the wild horses go? When we walked through the tall greenscape grass Was it wind blow my mind Straight to your sweet design? Sun in my eyes was just my good disguise. Won’t you come see me tonight, sweet mystery? Don’t leave me here with sun gone out now, Keeps a crawling around just so. I’ll be mighty hands on the run. I’ll be summer’s midnight stars up so high, Crickets crackling in our eyes. Roll up our sleeves to a mid-summer’s breeze, And let Cassanova be my midnight name; When I’m left alone as the Phantom goes And your heart is wrapped all up in thought. So when midnight strikes me tattooed, too I will roll up my unused bribes for another bride Like a straightened arrow, to my moon I will go.
Cannot be a plan, I was left inside, I was amongst a thousand starving brides. Cure my memory, cure my soul, Cure a lovely soul that left me here, In a sea of generic popular. I saw my aunty in your eyes, A creature – I didn’t take a rise, And when an ancient crowd does shine, I’ll graft my shoulders to bounce in time.
There were five impressions there that day Two belonged to the Emperor King Child though he was, vast was his arm One belonged to the lady tea dealer Powdered face and blood red kimono Shimada and the Golden Lotus Black trim like a bleeding matchbox The fourth belonged to the fat man Hojiju Business tycoon but despicable patron Beard so long it caught fallen crumbs A neck so indulged it sweat on its own A stomach sized so large it was custom made His breath so grotesque nearby flowers wilted
And the fifth, sigh.. the fifth Well, the fifth is a story Designed for only respectable ears Those ears entirely ready to be cured To be enlightened upon a new journey Through and over finer paths in life Along shallow waters edge Where the spring tips of sakura blood Flutter in the wind to float on away
The fifth is a story of love and then lost A heart that danced so lightly on lilies In the sweet summers pond, so lively with life A story of silent bicycles rolling through Low hanging lanes of public parks Along delightful gardens intricately cared for Dazzling with brilliant colors Like a van Gogh day lit dream
And when love effects them When love finds it’s sacred ground amongst Great boulder rocks and tiny bonsai When love settles the folds of a deep blue kimono Flushing the face free of all blood With tender thoughts of a young brides countenance Then, at that moment is when the fifth enters Along with its strong jawed suitor In new business formal
But it wasn’t there that the fifth stopped its journey A sleek rickshaw and a sturdy set of legs Cobbly streets and dimly lit alleys Hushed movements behind closed rice paper dividers And sandals displayed in all sorts of hurry Emotions rolling down the window like raindrops in the night Comforting morning departures, comforting silence Comforting ebb and flow, engagement Rolling through like smoke From a freshly extinguished candle Escaping out through ill-fitting woodwork Of ancient architecture And passing through the heart of a lamenting maiden Deep amongst the last haiku Beside tokens with memories Beneath bamboo thatched covers Protected by fine silken layers
Here lies the fifth Forbidden from all eyes but two Forbidden from all hearts but one Forbidden from all souls but one Forbidden and almost forgotten But sacred, and coveted And lost
Tonight I sit here Waiting just a little too long For the hour to strike gold Heavens with angels Gone home long ago Now just the witching hour Or the hopeful stay out
Blooming with pride The young soldier Head held high Steps with direction With admiration And valor And increased desire To feel that Which never was felt
Alone he waits At the edge of the dock Hoping for boldness Knowing better Rhinestones glitter Through memories of yore Thick with incense Of tonight’s smokey dreams
Nai says the philosopher Set in his stone Knowing then too much Knowing the bride and her luck Would push forth Whispers of happiness Reverberated through streets Where a lost lover sat Drinking in the moon Loving the last breath Desperately grasping At lost stones Leather and black That filled up glitter Hidden deep beneath The casket of the world Seperated in wishes
Did we win out that game? Did we spill forth Into smoke filled streets Like the dusk that ran over The light of day Did we win out at last When fires began to blaze? Who then shouted out Hate filled words at our backs Did we hear them Or wish them off As the beseacher in vain
This story did not unfold For before love was tested The dagger was forced in Destiny was laid trap Taking hold of the soldier And filled the soul of The sunken angel from heaven Long been retreating To fight off this disaster Knowing all names For the last dip into fame Letting rest fate In the wicker basket charmer Philosopher of many throngs Singer of many songs
And I Bold and valiant The soldier Tried to keep up As the lacey disguise Threaded it’s way Into the trampled sky Such was the lover Mystery in charm
I watch as your harmony is met with at last With turmoil not sought, but came none-the-less You cried for a savior but none did arrive You laid down and wept then, like a lame bride
But you took care to watch the time To avoid a recent folly Out from nowhere did arrive The winds of a far off land It was then that crying started On the spot, in your rags And all those around you said Shaking with their heads There goes a poor maiden’s dream Unaware as she bled
It happened together of awe-struck stride While wheeling together the untied bride Alone, at last, the house guests blast And sing in unison, my brave and married son Call birds, call deer, call your mother near! Leave doors open for angels to swing Lovely breezes on untouched wings
And for god sakes man! Blame not him, it’s simply the plan! The call for truth was left before The aim for gain forever more A bride in stride, a game in play A whore alone with stained tears An arm, a leg, a fire brigade The wheel begins it’s long kept song
