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Okinawa War thoughts these dark moods follow me as I tour Okinawa where the last battles of world war 11 were fought thousands died in the first and last outpost of the American East Asian Empire Okinawa Beckons me Okinawa Japan kept calling to me in a dream notifying me always in the background where my memories always waiting for me Beckons me everywhere I go cosmic reflections of past lives never seen before seems lost in time maybe just the spirits of the dead everywhere I see ghosts Okinawa Street Scene Walking the streets of Fabled Naha Okinawa a life time dream someday I would visit I am surrounded by ghosts of the past and Japanese beauties all around me tempting me with their sweet smiles Impure thoughts fill my head as they smile at me and I smile at them No wonder so many Soldiers brought back Japanese wives Japanese Coffee Barista watching the Japanese coffee barista preparing my snarling cup of hot boss coffee fills my heart with erotic joy how I wanted to express what was on my mind right then to the Japanese coffee barista Ghosts of Okinawa add to Ghosts Poems - post as separate poems Ghosts of Okinawa Touring the battlefields of Okinawa where so many young men gave up their life so many years ago I see the ghosts all around me feel their spirits floating through the air Kilroy was here there and everywhere whoever that was and John Dean wannabes and Elvis wannabes and so many other wannabes and I see the ghosts of the fallen heroes all around me Signs everywhere in Asia you see strange variations of English Japlish, Konglish, Singlish the street signs in Okinawa are all in Chinese, Japanese, English and Koreans the bus and train announcements as well Hard to get lost even when you want to but the random encounters with English words puts a smile on my face as I drink my “boss coffee” wondering who is the “boss” and why is smoking a pipe? and many years ago I saw on a menu at the old Kimpo Airport Baked Rick and in Korean grocery stores one can find corn flights I look forward to many more years of linguistic confusion as I travel about Asia Dream 1074 Visit to Okinawa Aquarium Whenever I visit an aquarium, zoo or wild life park I am reminded of a prison the prison is filled with animals who amuse us for their food I am sure that the animals hate us humans who are watching them do their animal thing but looking into their eyes the eyes of the sea turtles swimming back and forth in their prison cell in the Okinawa aquarium filled with hatred for the humans who had imprison them and hunt their kind and don’t get me started on the dolphins and killer whales who preform acrobatic feats for their daily meals and the sharks the king of the ocean killers they too if they could they surely would escape their prison cell screaming Death to all humans as they flee back into the ocean’s depths Okinawa West Coast Road Riding down the west coast road of Okinawa echoes of other beach roads fill my head with memories I am reminded of Hawaii and driving along the Oregon coast east coast beach towns as well and Barbados and the Caribbean islands all the roads are lined with tourist resorts beach views and restaurants all very similar yet different and as the beach towns fade away behind us on the bus my memories of all the other beach towns I have visited fade away into my memory hole Okinawa Haiku In Okinawa the warm trade winds blow away the coming winter