In Honor of Akira Toriyama
A poem honoring the memory of a great artist.
We are all destined to return to the soil.
Therefore death is simply a destination,
not our foil.
But in the meantime,
For what will we toil?
What will we create?
How will we define what is great?
How will we end up fixing our face?
How will we end up making our place?
It is our life and not our death that determines our fate.
Death is a moment and we use those before it,
To mold the world with our breath of fire.
To cool down our spirit,
To find the balance that will take us up higher.
How do we create rhythms that reach inside and inspire?
You taught me to focus my ki.
My first master on what i could be.
The world i got lost in when no place for me.
The fun i would feel in every page that I’d read.
The pictures and words that made me believe.
Maybe i too,
Could overcome odds.
Maybe i too,
Could beat the big boss.
Maybe i too,
Could be like Gohan.
To be full of the cool,
When i pulled up like Trunks.
When I saw his main tool,
Every sword i would want.
I would flourish my arm,
His technique i would flaunt.
Kamehamehas in the pool,
Me and my cousin powering up.
Playing budokai tenkaichi for months.
If not years.
My first drawings copied yours that was clear.
Opened my mind to the fun
from what you had done.
Hide in the library with you,
when from class i would run.
Your fantasy worlds were so much better than mine.
Easing the pain of the loneliest mind.
Thank you for the peace that you gave me.
One of many creators whose inspiration had saved me.
But one of many,
Is still one of one.
And the light that you shone,
For some of us,
Was a sun.
Rest In Peace and thank you for pursuing your own vision and inspiring so many of our own.