Good morning

I am in Paris right now. It is very nice. I am drinking wine and having the time of my life. Poems, art and wine. Time of my life.

Hello

Here is a new poem.

I'm sitting in a dark room

No one is around me

I can't see or hear

I can't taste or smell

What is this place?

It's cold and my breath echoes.

I get a feeling of hate and fire

Something makes me feel scared

Until I realize........ I'm in your heart.................

Good afternoon

Hello.

Life is a strange thing. I am glad that I can sometimes stay inside and focus on things that I care about.

I want to become a poet.

Write my own book with poems.

Bring joy and tears to people. That is who I want to be.

But I am a drummer, pianist and wine-drinking japanese man.

I am no poet.

Forgotten in September

I sit in my window, high above ground

Listening to the wind shifting by

Leave me alone, I complain to the world

But I have no one to hear me say those words

Because I am alone

They were hunting me down with weapons and words

I knew I had to hide to survive

But to me, hiding is but for cowards

So I decided to fight for my pride

I need to protect all that I have left, it's my duty

Because I am alone

Who said that? Who did that?

An empty apartment, nobody's there

Except me and my wind from the autumn outside

Maybe I am not a remarkable man

But I know that I need time alone

I need to clear my head for once

Because

I am forgotten in September

...

Hey... I am bored.

What will I do about it?

I will not do much about it. I have no imagination.

This is my latest poem.

Darkness

Death

Destruction

Doom

Why

Poem a´la Yoshiki

I'm not much of a 'blogger'..

I have been busy since I am a very busy man. It is time for me to rest.

Today has been good.

The weather was good, the sun was shining but there were clouds covering it so the sun didn't come out.

I have been writing poetry lately. It is a way to calm me down, find peace in my soul and be able to have an excuse to my friends why I am drinking wine all the time.

They call me a alcoholic. I believe that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I am never drunk. Alcohol is like water to me.

This is my latest poem.

In night of roses red as blood

I think of thorns and needles

My legs are weak, my hand reach out

But I can not reach you even if I try

In day as bright as light and smiles

I think of you and me

My hands are tied to our deadly faith

But I still can't find or reach you

Night and day are all the same

My wine and me are alone

Night and day will never change

As long as I cling like this to memories

I will never forget you, my love, my hate

The one who made me alive and beating

This needle that I use to cut my wrists

Is the same you used for heroine

So what do you think?

Hello

Okay so I have managed to write two blogposts now.

And honestly.. What's the point in doing this?

I have nothing to share with the world anyway.

I am not a person who use bad language..

But I can say that life is being rather mean to me right now.

This year it was 12 years since Hide died. 12!

It's almost unreal.. That 2/5 he had been dead for 12 years..

He would've turned 46 this December.. It's very unreal.. And

brings me many happy and sad memories..

I miss you.

Hello

I decided that maybe.. I wanted a blog. I'm not sure yet.

Maybe I will try it out and see if it's something for me.

So... What do I say?

This is me and my wine.