Like stray cats
Wanting to be wanted,
Their eyes would look up at you, longingly, if it had not been
For their pride.
Lined down the streets you see them everyday in transit,
Their minds too, somewhere else.
If you gave fish to the cats
They would at least come by and nibble,
And rub their warm bodies against the trunk of your leg, but these
Would pass you by, shuffling along the invisible walls
That separate their worlds from yours.
Why should I be so surprised?
After all, this is the age wireless networks in the air
Can pull continents together, as much as its firewalls
Can put a sea between two rooms.
But I ask myself, what it is, about the city in this age,
That I love so much?
Or is it that, for the lack of imagination,
This has become, to me,
An easier loneliness to bear?

僕は正義の味方だ。でも勘違いするな、僕は決して君の味方ではありません。

いじめられたら助けてあげたいけど、それはいじめる方が悪かったからだけだ。

もし君がいじめる役を選んだら、僕は必ず君の敵になる。

悪く思うな。僕はただ冷静に考え、正しい方の力になるだけだ。

この世界の人間は正と不正に分けられているわけではない、それはわかってる。

仲間だって、正の一面があれば、不正な一面もある。

なんにしろ、正と不正の定義自体も、あいまいになりつつある。

でも僕は、僕こそが正義だ、とあえて考えたくはない。

とすると、誰が正と不正を定義するだろうか。

それはわからない。わかるのは、孤独感だけだ。

無条件で仲間を選ぶことができない僕には、仲間という意味がよくわからないからだ。

そう、僕自分もしょっちゅう不正な一面を見せてしまう。

その時の僕は、だれの味方でもありません。

そんな時は、ほうっといてほしい。

時間がたったら治るから。

もう一度正義の味方の顔つきになったらまた声をかけてください。

しかし、今の僕は、正義の味方の顔つきどころか、時間の味方の顔つきをしているだろう。

顔に刻んだ時間の流れ。

心に染まった永遠まで伸びるこの一瞬の色。

終わりがるような終わりがないような、

始まりがあるような、始まりがないような透明な客観的さ。

それは雨の点滴と同じ色をしている。

苦しみの涙と喜びの涙も、そして悲しみの涙も、
同じ色をするだろう。

average joe

yo yo horny joe
bend your waist n touch your toes
yo yo fucker jane
get ur strapon get in game

here we sing our happy song
morning loud and evening strong
hey hey i wanna play
here comes jimmy jack and james
no no i want my turn
on the butt'n let me paint
oh oh we're running high into my blue V paradise
say say who lost her way? let me come over don't be shy
put ya hand onto my steering
work it good into my gearing
here here we're getting started
hop on 'n ride; i love those thighs!

yes yes we're coming fast
onto the highway make it last!
forget the siren skip the toll,
relax and do as you are told
check ya belts we'll play it safe -
duncha wanna ride again?
come baby on ya face
i see that eager smile at me
i know u wannit say u wannit
here we go!

yo yo average joe
bend your knees and fold your legs
didya hear what i just said?
whats with that smirk what's in ya head?
oh.

i would imagine that once upon a time, when the family put their hands to the fields, that life would have been centred around the field - seeding time, rainy season, harvest, and festivals and social life would be built around all this. a time when social life was indistinguishable from work, and work was inseparable from religion, and religion was part of life, and everyone was part of everything.

i don't know if life would have been auto-pilot back then, but this i am sure - after so many years of urbanisation, many of us have not yet come to terms with work. we have pigeonholed everything and isolated the different parts of our lives, such that work and "life" are as separate as the Math period is from PE lesson in school. the bell rings, and we switch modes.

has it become so hard to integrate work into our lives, and be completely satisfied with it, feeling the same satisfaction a farmer gets when he sees his fields golden?

i don't know. but i think, maybe what i want most at this point of my life, is somehow to have a job that i can call my life.

test everything. trust only as much as you are willing to lose. hold dear the things that matter, but also be ready to lose everything, including yourself, because somewhere down the road, we all lose ourselves sometimes. when you can no longer see the things that used to define the person you are, reinvent. "redo from start" is an error message, but also good advice. it is sad, when people decide to kill themselves when they can no longer face the world without the things around them that used to remind them who they are. if there's a "true" you inside, then you cannot find yourself better than when you have lost everything that you can lose, and are left with that which you cannot. move on. life and time are a couple, and time does not look back. if something wasted your life, spending any more time on it would further be a waste of your life. let go. let go of the past, then you will be able to take hold of the future as it becomes the present. life is always in the present moment. lose it and lose everything. but remember, don't panic. DON'T PANIC. panic is your worst enemy that is always seeking to eat up every present moment you were born to enjoy. enjoying life is not a right. nobody will give it to you, and you can't fight for it. don't complain to the waiter that you didn't enjoy your soup. you just have to learn to do it. and to do it well, in any situation. and when you have mastered that, life would seem easy. some might see you as a loser, some a winner, but why bother, when you have enjoyed every bit of it?