"Holeeee mackerel! Man, woman and child can take that @#$%^ down the aisle!" At least that's what I heard concerning the Heisman trophy winner Earl Campbell, who I like to call "Moses." (He looks like Moses, and he is as smart as Moses) I've had enough of having poetry with the gals, now how about the ikemen, fo' once? Here's one concerning Rei…
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 18:
Button
How did I ever get attracted to you?
Tell me, how did I?
I still ask myself that question
Whenever I'm at work,
Whenever I pose for a magazine,
Whenever I'm with my appley orangey orchidy friend,
(damn, I actually said that…)
Or when I dream of you,
My Aya…
Just like the orchid girl,
I could never leave you alone.
Now why do I say that?
Am I always in your head? Possible?
Am I always everywhere you go? Possible?
Am I an afterthought? A present thought? An over-thought? An under-thought?
What thought do you perceive me as?
Tell me.
I feel like my real person,
The person who wouldn't act like a wimp,
The person that wouldn't smile a straight face,
The person that would give hugs to everyone,
The person that would understand, care, believe, know,
The person that would say,
I am here,
Is here.
But that's just my mind.
Does my heart suggest this too?
You call me Otohata-kun, I call you Aya-chan,
And we're happy, right?
Ever since I gave that button on your graduation to you,
I felt like a new person.
Matter of fact, I feel like a completely new human being,
A new patron of life,
A new lover…to you.
And you feel the same.
Something inside tells me,
How many children will we have?
Two? Three? Four? Fivesixseveneightnineten?
A litter?
Oh, the price to pay for loving such an innocent girl
Like you Aya.
It makes me full of energy
Just seeing you happy.
Really, it does.
If I could spend one night, two night, three nights, a lifetime
In bed with you,
No one to hear us,
No one to disturb us,
And the two of us,
Making love to each other,
Trading pleasure for pain, pain for pleasure, both for nothing, nothing for both,
You feel as if you want the whole world to you.
But you don't. I know you don't. And you know you don't.
Of all the girls that have come to me,
I am in earnest
That you go beyond looks.
See, what you don't realize
Is that a usual fan of mine's
Would only be obsessed about my appearance.
And what do they know? Nothing.
As for you? Everything.
A complete contrast that even disturbs me
Like sword blades ripping me into a billion gutless pieces.
You are sometimes sad whenever you come up to me.
You sob, and run away.
Tell me, why do you do the things you do?
Is it because I'm not your type?
Is it because I do not care?
Is it because you have never made love to anyone?
Or is it…because I don't understand you?
The truth is, my precious Aya-chan,
I would move the heavens,
the seas,
the valleys,
the mountains,
the plains,
the hells,
the pleasure,
the pain,
The good,
The bad,
And everything between
Just to see you happy.
I love you, Aya-chan.
I love you, because you are a part of me.
I would be a good husband, I would be a good grandfather,
Maybe even a good great-grandfather!
All because you appreciate what I do for you.
Just like you would die for me, I would stab myself with a samurai sword in front of you,
Bleeding,
Then fainting,
And watch as you come to my side,
And cry tears of frustrated agony.
And then you'll know
How much you mean to me.
When we get married,
I prefer to be married in a secluded place,
A place where we can sip a mai tai together,
A place where we can watch the shooting stars
Turn into orchids of delight,
A place where we can spend our later years together,
Unbroken, unbounded, uninterrupted,
A place where I can be proud to say, I love this gal,
A place where you can be proud to say, I love this man,
A place…where you and me will can sleep,
Together,
Happy,
Tranquil,
Eclectically ecstatic, eclectic ecstasy,
Where you'll never walk alone, cause I'm here,
Where you'll never be alone, cause I'm here,
Where you'll never stand alone, cause I'm here,
Where you'll never do anything alone.
Why? Because I'm here.
Did you keep that button, Aya-chan?
Look, it turns into a wedding ring,
Bedecked with the most coveted diamond
In your imagination.
And then you faint into my arms,
Crying with joy, pleasure, relief,
Still crying,
And then we sleep,
Exhausted from an otherwise pleasurable afternoon in Ibiza,
Or Hawaii, or Bombora for that matter.
I'll never let you go, Aya-chan.
I'll do what it takes to make you happy.
I'll do anything. I'll even be chained to you if I have to.
Because, I may be silent, emotionless, like a stoic rock,
But when I see you, holding me, feeling my chest
As if you need warmth,
And then you curl into a ball as I hold you,
Like a innocent cat,
And say, I love you, Otohata-kun,
My emotions, my energy, my integrity, they all change drastically.
I'm happy for that.
Why?
Because I love you.
And you love me.
And there's nothing bad anyone can say about that,
My little Aya-chan…
Nothing.
Good night…and dream on, silver star.
I guess that sarcasm just doesn't suit me…
…does it?
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End Chapter 18.
Next poem…on Numbah Too!
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 18:
Button
How did I ever get attracted to you?
Tell me, how did I?
I still ask myself that question
Whenever I'm at work,
Whenever I pose for a magazine,
Whenever I'm with my appley orangey orchidy friend,
(damn, I actually said that…)
Or when I dream of you,
My Aya…
Just like the orchid girl,
I could never leave you alone.
Now why do I say that?
Am I always in your head? Possible?
Am I always everywhere you go? Possible?
Am I an afterthought? A present thought? An over-thought? An under-thought?
What thought do you perceive me as?
Tell me.
I feel like my real person,
The person who wouldn't act like a wimp,
The person that wouldn't smile a straight face,
The person that would give hugs to everyone,
The person that would understand, care, believe, know,
The person that would say,
I am here,
Is here.
But that's just my mind.
Does my heart suggest this too?
You call me Otohata-kun, I call you Aya-chan,
And we're happy, right?
Ever since I gave that button on your graduation to you,
I felt like a new person.
Matter of fact, I feel like a completely new human being,
A new patron of life,
A new lover…to you.
And you feel the same.
Something inside tells me,
How many children will we have?
Two? Three? Four? Fivesixseveneightnineten?
A litter?
Oh, the price to pay for loving such an innocent girl
Like you Aya.
It makes me full of energy
Just seeing you happy.
Really, it does.
If I could spend one night, two night, three nights, a lifetime
In bed with you,
No one to hear us,
No one to disturb us,
And the two of us,
Making love to each other,
Trading pleasure for pain, pain for pleasure, both for nothing, nothing for both,
You feel as if you want the whole world to you.
But you don't. I know you don't. And you know you don't.
Of all the girls that have come to me,
I am in earnest
That you go beyond looks.
See, what you don't realize
Is that a usual fan of mine's
Would only be obsessed about my appearance.
And what do they know? Nothing.
As for you? Everything.
A complete contrast that even disturbs me
Like sword blades ripping me into a billion gutless pieces.
You are sometimes sad whenever you come up to me.
You sob, and run away.
Tell me, why do you do the things you do?
Is it because I'm not your type?
Is it because I do not care?
Is it because you have never made love to anyone?
Or is it…because I don't understand you?
The truth is, my precious Aya-chan,
I would move the heavens,
the seas,
the valleys,
the mountains,
the plains,
the hells,
the pleasure,
the pain,
The good,
The bad,
And everything between
Just to see you happy.
I love you, Aya-chan.
I love you, because you are a part of me.
I would be a good husband, I would be a good grandfather,
Maybe even a good great-grandfather!
All because you appreciate what I do for you.
Just like you would die for me, I would stab myself with a samurai sword in front of you,
Bleeding,
Then fainting,
And watch as you come to my side,
And cry tears of frustrated agony.
And then you'll know
How much you mean to me.
When we get married,
I prefer to be married in a secluded place,
A place where we can sip a mai tai together,
A place where we can watch the shooting stars
Turn into orchids of delight,
A place where we can spend our later years together,
Unbroken, unbounded, uninterrupted,
A place where I can be proud to say, I love this gal,
A place where you can be proud to say, I love this man,
A place…where you and me will can sleep,
Together,
Happy,
Tranquil,
Eclectically ecstatic, eclectic ecstasy,
Where you'll never walk alone, cause I'm here,
Where you'll never be alone, cause I'm here,
Where you'll never stand alone, cause I'm here,
Where you'll never do anything alone.
Why? Because I'm here.
Did you keep that button, Aya-chan?
Look, it turns into a wedding ring,
Bedecked with the most coveted diamond
In your imagination.
And then you faint into my arms,
Crying with joy, pleasure, relief,
Still crying,
And then we sleep,
Exhausted from an otherwise pleasurable afternoon in Ibiza,
Or Hawaii, or Bombora for that matter.
I'll never let you go, Aya-chan.
I'll do what it takes to make you happy.
I'll do anything. I'll even be chained to you if I have to.
Because, I may be silent, emotionless, like a stoic rock,
But when I see you, holding me, feeling my chest
As if you need warmth,
And then you curl into a ball as I hold you,
Like a innocent cat,
And say, I love you, Otohata-kun,
My emotions, my energy, my integrity, they all change drastically.
I'm happy for that.
Why?
Because I love you.
And you love me.
And there's nothing bad anyone can say about that,
My little Aya-chan…
Nothing.
Good night…and dream on, silver star.
I guess that sarcasm just doesn't suit me…
…does it?
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End Chapter 18.
Next poem…on Numbah Too!