we retreat now
you and i
are –
hidden.
for awhile
people in
shadows
we lay low
in the dark
can’t talk
to you
can’t talk to me
as it goes back
nowÂ
like we are
like we were
like we sometimes
always seem to do
when time trips
and slips
and fades to
and through
in front of
and
sometimes always behind
me and you
we are like the moon
in retrograde.
-kyoko cole 2013
It’s okay to fall
How boring would life be without the waves?
All that really matters is if you are willing to ride it and how well you ride it
Bukowski said it better
“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
We are both fire
Burning ever-so-beautifully
Into the night
Into the day
And it’s always better to burn out
Than fade away ( thank you Neil young )
Tonight you leave me with a smile
And that’s pretty fucking great in my book. I love you for that.
Thank you 😉
BLACK VELVET SUGAR
The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.
Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.
Walk, swim. Drown
With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits in wait
A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining.
shines on
Forever
And Forever Shines on
-Kyoko Cole
The bed
Of broken
Sorrows
Sadness
Shadows
Darkness
Borrows…
time used up
time has already gone away
yesterday’s love
was never really meant to stay
yesterday’s love
was love
only to me-
turned something
into nothing
so quickly
I could not see.
All I had left
was just the feel
of you
no longer with me.
Hear the sound of falling love
As I wonder where you are
Hits the ground with a dead sound
Know you ain’t got far
Too stupid and sissy like
To say that you want out
You make the eyes of a million girls
And think you’ll make them shout
Dead sound
Dead sound
Dead sound
Dead sound
I used to take you on every time
That sparkle turned to black
I used to drag you through my streets
When you came crawling back
Your cheap words that you bought on sale
Won’t help you through tonight
You make the eyes of a million girls
And think that’s what they like
Dead sound
Dead sound
Dead sound
Dead sound
And now you go through a million girls
And try to pick what’s right
When nigtfall comes and you’re still alone
Do you feel it deep inside
It’s oh so cold on the other side
Where thoughts can turn you down
You make the eyes of a million girls
But I see no girl around
Dead sound
Dead sound
Dead sound
Dead sound
a man crying in the alley
saturday morning
no one knew he  was there
but me
i found him
trying to lose myself
down that same alley way
to hide away
from you
and the world
and the knowing
and feeling
of how fucked i am
and how fucked i make everything
i love
i live to lose
nothing else fills
only sorrow and tears flood
the self outside myself folds
the self inside myself fades
as all i love fades too
the emptiness
stay empty
the more you yearn
for the missing
piece
the more nothing will fit
or fill
the hole.
how can you miss something you never really had to begin with?
the weight of nothing
is heavy
the man in the alley is now sobbing
out his heavy heart
as i carry the weight
and wait
for the end to start
and wait
for the sun to spill
leave behind what wants to stay behind
love the ones who love you
let the end start something new
Sometimes stupid
Maybe less
Maybe more
Than you
Or you
Or any of you’s
who is
out there
Who’s
To say???
You got it made???
—Â Got it all worked out???
UP there stuck
in your head ok?
But then someday
you find that it’s not
What you FIRST thought
Only then you find yourself to stand
Where I stand now
and It’s then some how
you’re change of place
changes the view you face
And your sight you see
To understand me
What I tried to show
From my side now
You did not want to know
And I will go
On
And I will be
Somewhere Beyond the ocean
Somewhere Beyond the sea
Somewhere Beside
someone who
Is right there beside me
but over there now
Patiently waiting for me
For I know in my heart
That amazing things begin to start
As the old fades and falls apart
and greatness comes in …if you allow it to
there is emptiness
crossings on corners
she is draining down
her eyes on green wave
truths scratched from the dirt
his false shadow, painted skin
listen, quiet, still
blood becomes a time bomb
she is stardust she is earth
old and broken down
ghosts of factories
the folding skeletons of past on fire
transportation for the dead
time is like sandstone, wearing away
there’s a haze above the street signs
she is turning to stone
the grain from straw
neon road bars
beating wings
There is emptiness
Dark and heavy
Haunting the space within
-Kyoko Cole
2013
New painting i just finished…
The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound
Mixed Media Painting on Panel Board
2013
Kyoko Cole
One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
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Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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