My submission for Naviar Haiku #510.

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Waking To The Singing Rain

Waking To The Singing Rain - Naviarhaiku510

Kasino'

noxpox - Canal Frei

Story:
Notorious Ninja

Story Setting:
No Shadow Man was tormented. Everyone seemed to forget his existence, and Phat Cats were no exception.

One day, No Shadow Man hears rumors about a legendary ninja known as Notorious Man. Despite being a ninja meant to stay unseen, Notorious Man lived up to his name, being infamous. It was said that he possessed a ninjitsu that could alter his own and others' presence. No Shadow Man thought that if he could meet Notorious Man, perhaps his own presence could be amplified.

On a certain day, following a rumor, No Shadow Man finds Notorious Man at a casino he had decided to visit. It was an easy spot. Not exactly stealthy like a Ninja Turtle, but here he was in all his flashy appearance. "This guy’s ridiculous, standing out like a sore thumb!", thought No Shadow Man.

"Fine. I'll enhance your presence. But only if you beat me at roulette," Notorious Man, clad in flashy red ninja attire with a flushed, drunken face, declared.

Notorious Ninja

Hyperspace

Overtones

Before the Fall we lived in splendour

The cup of the sleepy morning was filled with dawn.
The birds are drinking dew, but I am no longer there.
It seemed that he lived, it seemed like he was singing.
It turned out that he was not brave enough.

I invented myself, wove it from fantasies,
But no one told me how to clothe me with flesh.
And my transparent phantom wandered around the world,
Moving like a fish with a dreamy mouth.

Like a snare the noisy world created mirages,
Filling the shelves with golden tinsel.
But it carried me into the distance, past lush shop windows,
Into the uninhabited wilderness of vast virgin lands.

Where one restless poet wanders
Under the gun of wildly rushing comets.
Where flesh evaporates in the chorales of luminaries,
Where the treasures of the world are just a pinch of ashes.

The churchyards were flooded with cold water.
In the abandoned wastelands there is a furious howl.
Looks at the sky with the pupils of crazy animals
On the crosses of ships drowned in darkness.

There is no refuge for us, there is no harbor in the abyss.
My poem strives towards the light like diamond dust.

...And it fades, unable to withstand the falseness.
I am getting closer to You - I am getting further and further away.

My ships are sailing away

Stockholm Syndrome

Illusive Memories

Dark ambient Dreamscapes for you to enjoy. Relax, unwind, meditate and chillout

DARK AMBIENT - SENSE OF DOUBT

windspace began exploring electronic music in 1982 using analog synthesizers and in recent years has gravitated to ambient music. windspace today mostly uses computers to produce his music, but occasionally some ancient hardware sees the light of day. He also releases more experimental and extreme music under the name of ho66it.  He records his music now in Colorado where he resides with his greatest supporter...his wonderful wife.