You know I had a good up bringing, seriously, I am glad that I grew up in Japan, and I am very greatfull that I am part Japanese, because I can really understand the culture, I know it intuitively, and this aspect of me fuels my artistic creativity. In fact because I have been trying to separate my self from Japanese influence I think my art started to dwindle and become stale. I was not whole, I was a chicken without a head on. If only I acknowledge my Japanese heritage, I think I can be a whole. I been a Japanese for like most of my time in my life, and taking that away or trying to not see that well be like killing my self. This is all happened, the awakening to myself because of a conversation and the few CD's I bought which were ego-wrapping's new one, and Sambo-master, the dudes who sing that song from Denshya Otoko-the TV show.

I well self publish my poems here, because I can do it.

The title is "The way towards inwards"

lack of hustling

reality is stuck on my forehead

publish all this in sea weed

happiness is in the sun

then what do you call it when

the purpose of life changed to duty

to drenchthe place where no man lives where

I want to live is a tropical starsprinkle land

I couldn't feel the starsshe thought I quit but

far from itloneliness of a college girl

the purpose expandswho knows

the way inwards

I too, yes the machines symbolizes

a girls obsession, Mr Gringo

stop the Jingles

who is nine, around that time

I went and fetched batteries and

all that has been about

yo, you denied the artist

you stuck like that for it

I said that it was going to

corrupt everythingand it did

but no one listened

I got to say all this just to keep it in

the thoughts bounce off the walls

to spark some mutual interest

murals escapist resist all

of this at the same time

the plot twist persist

it's all in the name of marketing

Jonney, Mark has come up with something

truly brilliant

the love affairs grow

the waste you only know

the true sees it but they faked

pre-sees it

but who but I do, and soon

enough pressure bug invades

all aspects of creativity

it kills without a handit switches the key

only loneliness spawns the

evil versethe curse torn in little remorse

who will do it, who will shoot

the heights and sacrifices

invisible eyes revealwhole

some but stilldouble sighted outlandish

marking pens

who is this ask Ms. Spears the spells

continue, art sparks whenthe emotions are flowing

it doesn't when it's stagnate

wrong doing on the web

life is speculation who wants

to live it mentality flourishes

the seas know, recedes to

childish curses, the reaction

be gotten, no one there to care

the monsters rebelin the midst of the soldiers

awakening humanity has made it's match

it don't make no money mentality

stop blocking me"greed in ego life; super sayian

only you got to changeto make sure all has not