For You, My Friend

Be it in times as onerous as these,
Where doubt and deceit curdle in thy mind.
Fleeting emotions in thy throat do seize,
A true friend will not be hard sought to find.

Despair does wash over thy dismal face,
And objects of contempt give false allure.
Instead rely on friends tender embrace,
For times of woe are quick fixed by this cure.

Seek not harmful ways to escape the pain,
Ignore the untruth, turn face from judas.
Then you will see only true friends remain,
To stand with thee till tribulations pass.

Give thy trust for on me you can depend,
Through thick and thin this friendship will not end.

Always here,
~Chiko.

Reflection in the Amalgam

As the microorganism floats in seemingly infinite space.
As the sunflower sways in the late summer breeze.
As the butterfly is jostled by the swaying plant.
As the movement catches the attention of a bird swooping down.
As the dozing cat opens a lazy eye to watch the spectacle unfold.
As the laughing child feels the fur covered tail slip through his tiny hand.
As the lurking mother moves to scold her disobedient child.
As the edge of a cliff gives way and cascades across an barren road.
As the mountain overlapping two tectonic plates slowly shifts.
As the clouds drift in the sky to block your view.
This is the world through the looking glass.

Just a small speck compared to this world,
~Chiko.

Five Words That Mean The World

fear - hope - happy - anger - death

To a woman, fear is having the man she loves most leave her.
To a child, hope is wishing his mother might buy him the candy he craves.
To a newly married couple, happy is their first kiss as husband and wife.
To a man, anger is letting the women he loved most walk away from him.
To an atheist, death is the end.

Exercising the imagination,
~Chiko!

Hello Seattle

Fluxing dispositions can possibly catch those around you off guard. As for me, my soul flows with the music that flows through my ears. Seemingly irritable; although I am an old lighthouse, throwing beams of bright lights. Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun. Taken heed from everyone.

Hello Seattle, I am the thoughts at hand,
On the page in your book.

~Chiko

The Music Infects Us

What bizarre tune is this? The venom drips from this beat.

My foot is twitching, and my skin is itching, and I'm not gonna be switching.
These tunes, they got me bouncing. This sound has me announcing.
I'll be dancing, my moves enhancing, just watch me advancing.
Towards you across the dance floor. We be grooving, our skills improving.
This night, we are infected.

It moves through our bones, the vibrations shake the stones.
On the ground, we move our bodies to the sound. So profound.
Don't speak. Just seek, that unique technique you chic dancing freak.
This sensation is a vibe, those feelings you just can't describe.
This night, we are infected.

The music flow through your veins. Up to your brains, where it remains.
Its notes invade. Our moves cascade. No one is afraid where the music's played.
The lights play across the walls. The music flows through these dancing halls.
Don't resist it, I must insist it. Among the grooves and the moves, here we exist.
This night, we are infected.

Let the music fill your soul, just lose control. It's a beat that is so sweet .

Dance the night away with me,
~Chiko o/`