I believe this is the first time I used free verse. Inspired by my reading on Gaylord Brewer and Rumi, I decided, okay, time to let this one fly. This was also inspired from that special moment when Ran kissed Tatsuki (it's in the last chapter, she really loves him! Wonder when they will get married! Attagal, Ran-pyon!). Well, enjoy!
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 6
Delirious?
She was standing on a grassy field,
Wearing a semi-informal, tacky-looking bridal outfit,
sky blue fitting heaven,
Angels from the Magik Kingdome playing Count Basie and David Benoit and Mendelssohn,
waiting,
pondering,
puzzled,
Looking for that subconscious dream to relish to in the daytime,
red streak of hair in a head of orange-brown glory
decorated with white, cotton-like flowers,
Tweaking one of those batches of reddish-pinkish charms with
The little heart-shaped petals
On top, wrapped in white, oily rice-paper.
She fingered one of her talismans wrapped in the paper with her index finger,
not even daring to pluck one of the pink teardrops of joy,
lest she would be causing a sacrilegious disturbance to her integrity,
and it would only be a matter of minutes before that slave to her love,
that guy she knew from her old senior high school would arrive,
ready to become one.
Oh no, this was no ordinary day in the life of the clueless two.
When you see all this while the economy is going berserk,
Another prime minister saying "sayonara gozaimasu," another saying, "Konnichiwa gozaimasu,"
And a group of grumpy old men, swearing to never make war since the Era of Freezing Society began,
And villains plundering, razing, slashing, burning, raping, killing, murdering, creating a box of Pandora that only
People who are basket cases would be barely proud of,
It is unusual.
At last, out of nowhere, a young, graceful Adonis arrived,
tanned like a slave, hair bleached blond, shirt taken off,
revealing a very well-sculpted chest and six-pack,
the type of wonder that made David feel
like he was drinking too many Red Bull canisters in his lifetime.
He ran to her, she ran to him,
And they took off their clothes,
No one to see them, and they began
To show their great affection,
Their vow,
Their devotion,
Their bond,
Their compassion,
Their undying soulship
To one another, and as they
Made love,
caressing,
moaning,
groaning,
yelling for more to keep their bond
(for it was not in vain)
alive,
and this was more than just the type of acts
that would make the lechers,
the pedophiliacs,
the prostitutes,
the gays,
the lesbians,
the transvestities,
the hermaphrodites,
the Jehova's Witnesses,
all that were persecuted at one time for their transgressions to the norm of society,
the lords and ladies of the monarchies of the world,
the phony leaders of the so-called Free World,
the pope,
the universe,
the gods,
and all that existed
happy, for this was something more,
harder, he says, push it, she says, harder, he screams, push it, she screams,
and as the orgasmic yell by the two thundered with the decibels of infinite times more than the loudest sound one can make, to the point of no control, that they fainted, still attached to one another,
hugging,
kissing,
sleeping,
smiling,
a column of fire,
light,
rainbows,
and doves surrounded them,
and they were transformed
through their undying passion
into butterflies,
which flew side by side,
fluttering,
flapping,
flying,
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
and they flew,
Higher, and higher, and higher,
faster, and faster, and faster,
until they became my shining stars.
And then...
all was quiet in the night.
My dream became reality.
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END CHAPTER 6.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 6
Delirious?
She was standing on a grassy field,
Wearing a semi-informal, tacky-looking bridal outfit,
sky blue fitting heaven,
Angels from the Magik Kingdome playing Count Basie and David Benoit and Mendelssohn,
waiting,
pondering,
puzzled,
Looking for that subconscious dream to relish to in the daytime,
red streak of hair in a head of orange-brown glory
decorated with white, cotton-like flowers,
Tweaking one of those batches of reddish-pinkish charms with
The little heart-shaped petals
On top, wrapped in white, oily rice-paper.
She fingered one of her talismans wrapped in the paper with her index finger,
not even daring to pluck one of the pink teardrops of joy,
lest she would be causing a sacrilegious disturbance to her integrity,
and it would only be a matter of minutes before that slave to her love,
that guy she knew from her old senior high school would arrive,
ready to become one.
Oh no, this was no ordinary day in the life of the clueless two.
When you see all this while the economy is going berserk,
Another prime minister saying "sayonara gozaimasu," another saying, "Konnichiwa gozaimasu,"
And a group of grumpy old men, swearing to never make war since the Era of Freezing Society began,
And villains plundering, razing, slashing, burning, raping, killing, murdering, creating a box of Pandora that only
People who are basket cases would be barely proud of,
It is unusual.
At last, out of nowhere, a young, graceful Adonis arrived,
tanned like a slave, hair bleached blond, shirt taken off,
revealing a very well-sculpted chest and six-pack,
the type of wonder that made David feel
like he was drinking too many Red Bull canisters in his lifetime.
He ran to her, she ran to him,
And they took off their clothes,
No one to see them, and they began
To show their great affection,
Their vow,
Their devotion,
Their bond,
Their compassion,
Their undying soulship
To one another, and as they
Made love,
caressing,
moaning,
groaning,
yelling for more to keep their bond
(for it was not in vain)
alive,
and this was more than just the type of acts
that would make the lechers,
the pedophiliacs,
the prostitutes,
the gays,
the lesbians,
the transvestities,
the hermaphrodites,
the Jehova's Witnesses,
all that were persecuted at one time for their transgressions to the norm of society,
the lords and ladies of the monarchies of the world,
the phony leaders of the so-called Free World,
the pope,
the universe,
the gods,
and all that existed
happy, for this was something more,
harder, he says, push it, she says, harder, he screams, push it, she screams,
and as the orgasmic yell by the two thundered with the decibels of infinite times more than the loudest sound one can make, to the point of no control, that they fainted, still attached to one another,
hugging,
kissing,
sleeping,
smiling,
a column of fire,
light,
rainbows,
and doves surrounded them,
and they were transformed
through their undying passion
into butterflies,
which flew side by side,
fluttering,
flapping,
flying,
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
and they flew,
Higher, and higher, and higher,
faster, and faster, and faster,
until they became my shining stars.
And then...
all was quiet in the night.
My dream became reality.
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END CHAPTER 6.