Poetry

Of Flowers, The Cherry Blossom; Of Men, The Warrior

When the ronin chose his path

He walked it bravely

To cast aside tradition 

To become his own master

Is a lesson that resonates through time

No matter the situation

Relationships, jobs, money

All fall to the wayside 

In the pursuit of inner peace

A priceless feeling that can never be replicated

The stake that sticks up gets hammered down

And rises again

Stronger than ever before 

Poetry

Gold Balls

You want some good luck in your life?

Find yourself a tanuki

Those little bastards have balls               

Running around drinking and merrymaking

At all times of the day without a care in the world

There’s this old children’s tale that tells you all you need to know

Tan tan tanuki no kintama wa

Kaze mo nai no ni bura bura

You need to be careful because they’re hard to find

And even harder to catch

But it’s worth all the graft

They don’t call me golden balls for nothing