tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10118061994899813212024-03-16T11:09:51.307-04:00Laijon LiuDrunken NotesLaijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comBlogger635125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-26468826174896052572024-03-16T11:01:00.006-04:002024-03-16T11:09:20.283-04:00You Poor Little Thing – The Stolen Pennies<p>
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>You
Poor Little Thing – The Stolen Pennies</b></i></span></p>
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Liu 200240316</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Two
pennies for the poor you pinch tightly</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>yummy
flavor of biscuit savors on your tongue</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>that
secret guilt you bury in the ground</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>makes
you toss and turn on your death bed</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>you’ve
been a good boy, mommy’s angel</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>you’ve
done all your chores all your life</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>but
for that little pleasure you are judged</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>your
sin you do not forgive in your grave</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>fallen
thru the crack of heaven, falling</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
stuck in a hole, peeping thru the eye of needle</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>your
mind fixated on two rusty coins</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>you
kneel down and rummage, to salvage</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>poor,
guilt, pleasures, and secrets</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>clock chimes
on our mind, thru lost we are found.</i></span></p>
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Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-41952923814156853912024-03-10T13:02:00.005-04:002024-03-10T16:23:16.800-04:00The Nightingale and the Blind Worm<p>
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>The
Nightingale and the Blind Worm</b></i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Laijon
Liu 20240310</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I
sing of love that makes a blind see</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Oh,
sweet melody soothes your pain</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>sing
of the night of dreams of splendor</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>thru
the winter and embraces the spring</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>love
is trust makes your world complete</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
the vision of your faith you kindly give</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
notes dangling in the wind and rain</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>harmony
longs for your lover and love nest</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>higher
and higher in the heart-shaped leaves</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>rise
and fall between the branches and scales</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>love
is blind, love is kind, love you must find</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>you
would give the world or hell-bent on revenge</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>enchanting
voice, melting, piercing and renders</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>rondo
in the Summer’s day; solo of the Bright star.</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Note:</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The
nightingale and the blind worm are a couple. The blind worm obviously
loves and adores the night singer whole-heartily for her songs and her
singing talent. I wonder her song must be so beautiful to make
listener to die for to give everything. It’s a love, betrayal and
revenge seeking short tale.</i></span></p>
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Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-18081979714817817522024-02-25T18:24:00.012-05:002024-03-03T17:23:32.188-05:00The Fair County Tale - The Wolf and the Seven Kids
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>The
Fair County Tale</b></i></span></p>
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Liu 20240225</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Fair
County rests in the heart of soul desire</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>landlocked
by the rivers, mountains and woods</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
dewy meadow puts on her timely fashion</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>bearing
the colors of gorgeous, fruits and serene</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>seasons
bring her blossoms and snow</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>in
between her periods of sprouting and gold</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>a
country road leads to the Fair County</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>an
unpeopled pathway to the barter trade</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>that
road leads to the unworldly town</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>to
the land of pastoral, the tumbling meadow</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>to
the dense forest and gurgling brooks</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>meanders
up to the rumbling hills, into the night</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>cool
breeze blankets the meadow and hills</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Full
moon rises above the overhang cliff</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Mrs.
Meh’s hut sits by the tumbling meadow</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>her
seven kids graze and romp in the green</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>lavish
tall grass, rich fragrant soil</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>that
gives plenty in sunny and rain</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Mrs.
Meh rounds up her kids and says:</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
meadow is close to the town</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>where
Sheriff Shepherd serves</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>don’t
go near to the dark woods</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
hills and rivers you should fear</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>heed
my words and just stay put.”</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Mrs.
Meh is bleating busy, making cream,</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>trimming
fleece, sewing cashmere</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>at
dusk, she rests in her rocky chair</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>reads
the puzzle newspaper of the Fair County</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Fair
County Puzzle Newspaper headline says:</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>[A
New Comer Is Coming To Our Town!]</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
is a gentleman sort of fancy suits</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>a
frontier entrepreneur wearing many hats</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
knows the deep roots of our tradition</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
invents future hi-tech of artful intellect</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
is a solo maverick, a head of winning pack</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he’ll
give us a vision, put our town on the map</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
has opened a pawn shop of the folks disappeared</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
just bought Moo Dairy, Oink & Egg Farm</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
hostile took over Fox Tax Service, Mr. Coyote at Law</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
says his humane processing factory only use import meats</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
is whistling of love fortune</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>his
enterprise name: World One Landscaping Firm</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>-
He promises he will bring beautiful things for each and everyone of
you -</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Sheriff
Shepherd</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Our
true best friend serves all his days</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>still
chasing his heydays and bygone days</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
one everyone loves and trusts</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>even
for the some of us untrustworthy</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>his
name means the badge of honor</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>his
faith is loyalty and integrity</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
becomes a deputy when he hits puberty</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>guarding
the Fair County for her safety</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>he
never backs off, nor backs down</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>stands
tall in deed in the time of need</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>battle
hardened and young at heart</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>ready
to charge on his last breath to fulfill his duty</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>his
pet peeves: don’t mess with his meal</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>don’t
toss a ball and tell him to go fetch.</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The
Wallow Song</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>detached
from the world and reality</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>rest
in the mire of content and comfort</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>not
to care or worry about any big news</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>never
feel the need of making changes</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>life
as it is, and it can’t make any better</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>just
head down, manage the day-to-day’s</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>if
worse comes to the worst, look around</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>there
many of us rolling on the ground</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>dreams
never happen in our slumber</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>minds
on a blank erases the scenery in our eye</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>oh,
senses only driven by a good appetite</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>so
nothing really tastes or smells that bad</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>don’t
wish upon a pig to take wing</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
let all things ride it out in a rut.</i></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The
Calling</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>When
you see the moon rising over a cliff</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Do
you think of me? That I should be there.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>When
the wind blowing your hair and meadow grass,</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Do
you feel my presence and my warmth?</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>We
have been thru the woods many times,</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I
was always there in the shadow, accompanying you.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Into
the cold spring you dipped your bare feet, shivering walked in naked,</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I
was there watching and taking in your scent.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>You
have stuck in a lonely cabin for too long,</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
forgotten you are waiting for a prince.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Lie
down now, feel the earth that gives you birth,</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>feel
the heavy breath, and torrid kisses.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Be
brave my love, I am coming.</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>You
with me together forever. </i></span>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>The
Coming</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>dust
swept up by the wind swirling</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>hard
put life under the scorching sun</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>seasons
of scavaging and shearing</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>time
winds and weaves on the wheel</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>mills,
bakeries, saloon and church</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>soon
sold to the banks and pharmacies</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
new comer on the hilltop leading his pack</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>looking
over the meadow and Fair County</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>his
white gloves and cowboy hat</i></span></p>
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comes on a coin toss</i></span></p>
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the spin of a Colt, on a fast draw</i></span></p>
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County, a tale of coming</i></span></p>
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the flocking meadow by the misty wood.</i></span></p>
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Meh, The Wolf, Sheriff Shepherd and pigs are four forms of human life
thru my observation of our society. Mrs. has unique skill of
workmanship and relies on the society for protection of her family
and business. pigs attitude toward life more of the feeling of pinned
down majority lower class of Chinese, unable to change so only to get
by, the negative lookout toward their situation in the only they try
to survive. Sheriff Shepherd is a stickler, hold on his faith tight,
ready to throw himself to protect the public and right or wrong like some artists and writers
refuse to act and speak as crowd pleasers, just won’t shut up and
make the money to just get with the program. I have all my admiration
and love for Sheriff Shepherd, the dog character. And the wolf, new
and exciting, he promises you the moon. We the people just get tossed
around like a maid marries to Sheriff Shepherd but hold endless fancy
when we hear that long drawn soulful howl. There are two magical
vocals that kill the best opera, wolf howling and whales sing. </i></span>
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slow to make sense of the world</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
eyes are fixed on the will-o-the-wisps</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>priests
in ghostly white robes just playin silly</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
travel in a dead man’s wagon, cuddle the corpses for warmth</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>thru
the dark corridors, down off the echoing stairs</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>you
are picked for the hero role on a mayhem stage</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>skulls
rolling like dices, tuning rounds of Russian roulette</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>legs
in boots dancing in the fireplace and peeping eyes in the walls</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>how
about a card game, buddy?</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>deal the henchman’s dogs and cats’ paws</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>the
nights in the castle, a theme park of horror</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>and
you can’t flinch and you got to stare</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>that’s
how you win the kingship prize</i></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>get
to hold the princess’ hand and shiver.</i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>- The princess' love makes every common man shiver, Her love makes you shiver - </i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Note:</i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>there's a great film, The Princess Bride. not related this poem. but the guy has to go thru hell to win her hand.<br /></i></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Princess calls the kid farm boy, and the farm boy replies As you wish.<br /></i></span></p>
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Virgin Mary</i></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>My lies cast me
down from heaven</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>and the truth I
deny, I refuse to confess</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>that turned me, a
little angel into a wildling</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>all sweets tastes
like bitter berries and raw nuts</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>and well-dressed
am I? Then why I feel I’m naked?</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>The loving lips
I’ve kissed and now I seal mine tight</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>The hands of
mercy took me in twice, sheltered me</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>but I remained
reticent and let the each day get by</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>the garden in
blossom, in snow, my children are grown</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>I’ve played my
role well, not to be much of an ogress</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>the Virgin Mary
still visits me from time to time</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>I keep my mouth
shut, not to utter a word of prayer</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>let my silence
burns, and my shame burns</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>and I desperately
hanging on to my good image</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>but in my mind I
have confessed and confessed</i></p>
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my gray hair and ash on the pyre.</i></p>
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American situation is a case study because the Europeans the Caucasian races when they migrated into America and faced the real Native Americans (who looked like Northern Chinese Ethnics, Manchurian, people have similar rain dance ritual as shaman nature belief), they voluntarily fall in line and become White people as one race to other races. that creates the false sense of unity of the people by race and the mis-identity of ownership of America. So it used to be White 'race' based government decide who can come legally, in 18th, 19th, 20th century, mainly the old immigrants, the Europeans of all nations, 95% were given legal entry stamps and legal permit of residence and work immediately in effect after they hit the shore and admitted. All they needed were their ids, boat tickets and a piece of letter of their relative or small businessman or church layman. So that's what the origin term of Fresh Off The Boat means. for a few African races, mainly judged by the color of their skin, were the young male and female caught in Africa as the TV series The Root depicts perfectly. The Chinaman, Chinese, of mainly Guangdong province, lured and lied by American foreign corps in China, told a news of Gold Rush fortune, so young Chinese men got on the American business boats off loaded in San Fransisco, and sent to build the railroad. that's called Chinaman Chance, it never means even a Chinaman can join the gold rush, it's equivalent to sold down to the river(black slave fate) and take someone for a ride(gangster saying), there's one phrase even today's American never heard, it's called "Only the Chink Handles Explosive", the PBS did a show 20 years ago, documented how the railroad was built in 19th century. The show whitewashed the phrase, commenting only pigtail Chinese man in a petite figure carrying a plate of liquid explosives jars into the tunnel to set explosive, no Irish, no Sccots, no other race are permitted to do that task. Why I post this content?</p><p>The recent trend of immigration crisis, or border crisis, or so called invasion, and Yahoo, mainstream media, some famous American white based podcast hosts really sell it as a crisis that the rest of the world of people mainly non White trying to sneak in and fuck American up. They hand pick camera focus on a few criminals and post unattractive Chinese prostitute face to paint the faces of most law abiding migrants who are here for the better living as the Europeans of the past, but they are all blocked by the visa office, then the fence, the border patrol, labelled as sneak in thru the window not invited thru the door, well, the door is just made to shut for them, they are considered lower race compare to Europeans by the American government set and built by the descendants of European Settlers. The whole US Immigration Policy is to allow European in and the other races out for 200 years. Chinese couples with marriage certificates of New York City still have to undergo grilling session of the immigration judge to see if they marry for immigration. then it's fake marriage. when the players are not White, the era is changed, are now Chinese and other races, suddenly the game rules are changed. I believe marriage is for many reasons. I mean who really marry for love today or ever in the past, not even in the fairytales, do catholic church match European princes and princesses by their feeling toward each othe? Since human couples learn the marriage ritual, well they may just do it for rosy pussy, barbie face, huge fucking cocks, for muscle, for crown, for a house and servants, for a coach or wheels, for a castle, for a free piano and lessons, for professor's salary, for award winning prestige and talents, for a bag of rice, for two kids and a goat, for a city residency permit, for a green card of the New World....men want things of woman; so the woman asks her man to get her things she wants, if there is extra feeling grows later, that's just a extra bonus points. True love never ends well, Romeo Juliet and Titanic. I mean I fuck and marry the aliens and I don't care if they were grey or green or without a female sex organ if they can get me on their spaceship and propel me on a light speed to see another galaxy, and what's the business of the US immigration office care if the US government produced authentic marriage license that need to get another examination? How Racist Is That?! </p><p>Like the famous American Podcast Man Joe says, even the black are angry that the migrants are given the resource of housing, food, money... but not to them? :) I am sure some of American think if they are born and bred in a brothel, then they become that brothel owners. So they have rights to discriminate and select and deselect other according to their appetite to tell who allowed to be in or out. they ridicule and say well we America always receive and get the cream of best sorts(real meaning a piece of work) when they read the news of a few stupid migrant kids doing crime. Those bad kids watched too much <<The Godfather>> and <<Gangs of New York>> movies :), and the poor ugly Chinese women from the rural watched The Immigrant film and learned a few catwalk style to make a few dime by serving the people that classy American think of them as yak! untouchable! The worst are the non White group that have watched film <<Far And Away>>, Irish Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman just bought boat tickets to America and in the end getting a piece of free land, and the real Native American standing around there seeing Tom Cruise and bunch of White men marking the land with their flags, they were dumbfounded and gobsmacked, I don't know which word is more exact.</p><p>last year I wrote a letter to New Yorker Editor email asked to do a lengthy piece of American Immigration article, to really digging into history the mainstream trying to forget and cover up thru the years, because when we really learning the history, the real facts with charts by races by percentages, we can see the matter clearly and be able to come out a best solution to solve the crisis we together have created.</p><p>This poem is an update to famous American sonnet: <u><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus" target="_blank">The New Colossus</a></u>, composed in 1883, for Staten Island Statue of Liberty to welcome the European migrants on the Arrive then Accept policy, in the back drop the Congress passed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882 with votes 201 to 37 and 51 abstentions. Chinks were just toad-face to them, and they were not really many that time; and not only one time I read some American post on Yahoo calling the undocumented migrant children as droppings as to pigeon shits to call canceling the birthright citizenship that Trump is selling this unconstitutional ticket to his base now. a few years ago they said Muslims are all terrorists, chanted Jews will not replace us(means "White' race), and All Live Matters(to counter Black Live Matter, this phrase even more wicked because all other races are tricked and dragged in the group to go against the black people, the tactic is called Unit And Conquer, a reverse strategy of divide and conquer, similar to the famous podcast host phrase "even the black are angry now...." :-) if they put half of their time and effort to seriously work on their English composition they can win Nobel or Pulitzer someday) but now they forget because they are too busy to parry off the Latino gangsters and ccp backed Chinese migrants infiltration attacks :) <br /></p><p>I just want to state all the records and watch the racist's expression, like American saying the pot calling the kettle black. the door has two functions: open and shut selectively. by stating this piece history so Americans never forget their roots, otherwise they are so entitled that their kids gonna grow up feel like kicking a chink or lynch a negro some day that's just how things were done in the great old America. Writers, Poets, Reporters should have elephant memory. the content like this will be rejected by all mainstream media because they want to powder American faces, we are all barbies, we are all kinds and color of beautiful people. But there are ugly old chinatown man faces that even their own race young women avoid to swipe left on Tinder, and those minority faces exist and always appear in the corner of the camera shot at each Kodak moment to just ruin the perfect American Image that staged and projected by some racist people with their best efforts, -oh, it flops :-)<br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-41649509848850062512024-02-11T18:15:00.002-05:002024-02-11T20:02:13.080-05:00Mr. Whiskers Says It's All Gone<p> Mr. Whiskers Says It's All Gone</p><p>Laijon Liu 20240211</p><p> </p><p>Mr. Whiskers is handsome and swell</p><p>he's cute and charming, mysterious and lofty<br /></p><p>he sits by the window, looks out all day</p><p>the cathedral nearby with marvelous stained glass</p><p>"oh- that full jar of lard!" he said to himself</p><p>"so smooth, thick, milky and yummy!"</p><p>a few licks of that magic yogurt</p><p>he was wearing a top hat on the rooftop dancing boogie</p><p>when the jar got half full<br /></p><p>the lard wobbled like nebula in space</p><p>and then it was empty, All Gone!</p><p>he meowed, purred, suited up his tuxedo and bow-tie</p><p>Now, the red maple leaves falling like rain</p><p>and Mr. Whiskers will show ya how it was all gone. <br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-59036020286369356062024-02-10T22:42:00.011-05:002024-02-11T10:23:24.498-05:00Frog Prince<p>The Frog Prince</p><p>Laijon Liu 20240210</p><p> </p><p>In a cold damp castle he dwells</p><p>to serve his exile of solitude and silence</p><p>his lump body sits by that big indoor pool</p><p>he meditates on almost every turn of his past</p><p>the dark water reflects like a black oval mirror</p><p>showing his misfortune and hopeless present</p><p>his sorry look disgusts & disturbs even himself</p><p>his strange bulging eyes staring at each still moment</p><p>he hops forward slowly, leaves a trail of wet stains</p><p>those bad experiences follows him like a tail</p><p>a few times of the day, he can't hold still</p><p>so he dives into his image and wishes to never surface.</p><p>Listen! A sweet girl's singing echoing above</p><p>suddenly a golden sphere falls into his confined space. <br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-34000011383947885042024-01-21T18:18:00.001-05:002024-01-22T02:47:23.646-05:00Queen<p> Queen</p><p>Laijon Liu 20240121</p><p> </p><p>before you made your mother's womb chaotic and uninhabitable</p><p>you bored your head into her impenetrable wall and survived</p><p>and before that, your father </p><p>your so-called father drilled into her</p><p>like oil rig workers digging deep into the earth</p><p>before men could run their carts on battery or fossil fuel</p><p>they roped in the horses and cows to pull their carts</p><p>they loaded up their loots, their children and young women</p><p>and the men called themselves bosses and chieftains</p><p>trained their hounds, rounded up their slaves and stocks of trade<br /></p><p>they sharpened their spears and daggers made out of antlers</p><p>they were ready anytime for their mating death match</p><p>their well dressed Queen sat in their center tent, like a giant pearl egg</p><p>shining in her holy glowing aura, that's the crown jewel. <br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-74976095829555716952024-01-21T17:56:00.002-05:002024-01-21T17:56:57.499-05:00Aliens<p>Aliens</p><p>Laijon Liu 20240124</p><p><br /></p><p>Their large dark emerald multifaceted compound eyes </p><p>scanning the surface of earth and sky above</p><p>register each movement of existence around their monstrous heads</p><p>all visual signals transmitted to their visual cortex</p><p>turns into infinite bursting waves of electrons</p><p>triggers the motor nerve function of their spines</p><p>their pair of forearms naturally unfold and stretch out</p><p>those chainsaw claws mounted with shark teeth</p><p>their tyrannical jaws silently open at a bat of eye</p><p>their mind calculate the ranges and 4 dimensional positions</p><p>pick the sizes of preys that fit to their bellies</p><p>they crawl, climb, leap, bounce, float, and take wings</p><p>progress, expand, swarm, consume the natives and their own</p><p>becoming hybrids and a superior species</p><p>dominating the rich soil, water and the heaven</p><p>the acid drools out of their jaws, aroma of burning fossil fuel</p><p>they are the breed that break out of extraterrestrial lab. <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-26612939775872796592023-11-07T23:51:00.016-05:002023-11-08T21:04:00.469-05:00Joker 3<p> Joker 3</p><p>Laijon Liu 20231107</p><p><br /></p><p>When the pillars crumble and the world burns</p><p>we shuffle the cards and level the playing field</p><p>all our bottled up emotions suffocates in a dead silence</p><p>since men invented their law and order and hope</p><p>whose world we live in? whose dream we dream?</p><p>who makes the rules we follow, who benefits from it?</p><p>who decides who gets what and the merits he has?</p><p>and the common always hope for the reality of a few</p><p>that system of clockwork now hooked to a detonator</p><p>you've all have been staring at that big red [PUSH] button</p><p>sanity arrow points to the food line now pointing to the playground</p><p>crank up the volume, light up the gloomy air</p><p>for your desperation, your vengeance, and for Gotham</p><p>take to the streets! and let the Violennnnce beginnnnn!!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Note:</p><p>Joker 1,2,3 poems originally was one, I broke them into 3 pieces. I have been holding back to write down these lines since 2020 after I watched the Joker film. Trump's tone, his diction and his Jan 6th operation definitely cast a big backdrop of my Joker poems. 3 poems draws a complete case of the Joker and people will see from his perspective, he thinks himself a truly great guy, he's just unorthodox of his way, the Gotham elites really made all the real problems of the cities, so a lot of people have no choice but to do night works/crimes. the Joker's viewpoints pretty convincing, mob's head become leader of nation, and his mob become elites. is that how Rome ended? :)</p><p>last line is pretty funny, based on the root of American culture, let the show begin, when the circus is coming to town, and we go to town, or people go to the big apple for Broadway show and other entertainment, the iconic Micheal Buffer's boxing intro "Get ready to rumbLLLLLe!" and ufc ref tell the two fighters to "fight!" and the people going nuts same as hockey fans. Imagine the soccer ref yells out "Let the violence begin!" that's one selling point to draw the crowd.<br /></p><p>There is one question always hits me: Why Gotham always overrun by crimes? logically analyze the state of high crime rate is caused by bad economy and bad economy is caused by corruption, if corruption happens in both market and government sectors then the cultures changes, women turn to streets or online fan sites for money, men turn to high risk jobs, and kids learn petty crimes all in a cycle. then Batman's family business and his role fighting street crimes at night sorts of a guardian of the corrupted elite class. maybe Americans and Europeans don't understand, but if they grew up in China or Russia, they could see another deep layer of that society. extreme capitalism or resource grab is corruption.<br /></p><p>Joker 1: his honest attitude about his face paint and his true defect he's hiding. Antisocial.</p><p>Joker 2: Anti-Establishment.</p><p>Joker 3: his desperate measure to save the people and Gotham by carrying out necessary violence.<br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-27571083913244163132023-11-03T00:01:00.007-04:002023-11-03T18:31:07.956-04:00Joker 2<p> Joker 2</p><p>Laijon Liu 20231102</p><p><br /></p><p>Chaos brings out the goodness in people</p><p>or so it seems, because they don't pretend anymore</p><p>all in the open, their natural instincts, counteractions</p><p>of fight or flight... that pod of feeding frenzy</p><p>those cocky faces in control suddenly looked lost</p><p>trapped in their own minefield, the game they host <br /></p><p>capsized ships captains hauling their cheap labors</p><p>their faces hang and haw, freeze, and choked</p><p>seeing their pyramid implode, and their priests croaked</p><p>whatever their schemed faith burns like their cash to ash</p><p>a face of a juvenile sticking up a cash register</p><p>too high risk for scraps, who pushed him onto that road?</p><p>many those pain chart faces, still innocent and insecure</p><p>how the victims of need take back their life and dignity?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-69010636338653030682023-11-02T23:45:00.017-04:002023-11-05T18:02:51.435-05:00Joker 1<p> Joker 1</p><p>Laijon Liu 20231102</p><p><br /></p><p>My bruised panda eyes and my big bloody smile</p><p>from ear to ear that covers up a disfigured scar</p><p>everyone has scars in his face, everyone</p><p>some are visible, for cosmetics, or fix?</p><p>some are characters of distinguished prestige</p><p>I like mine enlarged? Impactful! or just as it is.</p><p>so you can't ignore my permanent imperfect perfection</p><p>reminds you this most misunderstood simple gesture</p><p>disguises many monsters, pretenders, and jesters</p><p>and remember: to be, or- to act kind, even in honesty</p><p>to smile a little, to smile all the way, to laugh off</p><p>Ah, ha, ha, ha, oh Smile oh, but I prefer real emotions:</p><p>their faces, the people scurry when the ground shakes</p><p>no more prickly smirks, silly grins, and stern merciful smiles</p><p><br /></p><p>Note:</p><p>The Dark Knight's Joker is a great feast for movie fans who want a great acting, some great acting of supporting actor role overtakes the main actor and the whole movie, I think probably the producer or director even surprised when they watching their end product. I am not a comic book or manga fan, it's not my era. too little words and those big emotion cast drawing focus on young people of the comic book raised people. so I did not read comic books, HK and Taiwan comic book pace kept up with West and Japan, not China where I grew up. so those style of narrative and artwork required a lot of paper resource that was impossible for a non developing country to have a comic book publishing and culture trend. there were none before 1990s to the public.<br /></p><p>All my superheroes are from the movies, that first showing of Superman in 1980s China was an awestruck experience for all the kids there, I was one of them still feel the sonic air wave shocks when Superman flying into their part of culture atmospheres showing on the big screen. Awesome- finally a correctly usage of the word.</p><p>Batman poem is more of mixed of Tang and Sung poetry method, images to construct a moving picture. after I watched the 2022 Batman, I texted to my friend, I was like, "yo! The Batman movie is really great! more humane more vulnerable, more character tension that exerts more strength. so great!" I have a problems, thoughts of voices in my head every time I got excited by an experiences of reading or watching or hearing some great stories, the thoughts kept going on my mind in daytime or night, sleep is always a problem, if I give in those thoughts of images and voices, then I have to get up ten times from my bed to note down those lines, that second day at work would be a struggle, those thoughts keeps coming, so I have a few scratch paper in my pant pocket I just jot down them, and the images and voices would change and edit the previous lines of the night. To someone has an easy job, not to focus on the task, this mental phenomenon would be a blessing, no writer block that everyone wish to have, multiple different personal identity voices. But if someone must hold his job to get by, that could be a problem of big flop on his work and he might end up finding an another job or end up on street like the talents who speak to themselves that we pass by seeing them on the way to our work or home. So I often just ignore those voices and images, I don't put down on paper immediately, I don't entertain them, deeply I know those images and voices lines always there, anything and anytime will be triggered by a similar experiences or just a word or name then they all emerge to the surface in a full force. Batman poem lines were buried down over ten years, become clearer, probably Superman too.</p><p>Joker, smile, that term of image is truly how civilized society based on. This gesture actually really builds us, probably we just don't realize it, thru literature or art, Mona Lisa, Sui Dynasty Buddha statues, iconic yellow smiley face to all the films actor and actress faces, to horror films clowns, and everyday peoples faces, co workers, passengers on the train, neighbors, your close friends, intimate partners, parents... many subtle emotions all communicated thru this simple gesture, and we are so natural to distinguish the meaning behind that, even our pets, cats and dogs, they do smile, we know. but they can't hide their intention and feeling from it, they are straight forward like infants purely good no evil dints, only adult human can disguise our smile, we learn as we grow, that smile can draw a line or space btwn two persons in a momentary exchange as an clear signal, the same smile can tell that person wants love now or wants you to go away telling you she has a headache even to a person who never had any kind relationship watching that part of film scene, and that guilty smile of love one who asking for forgiveness saying sorry or just acting, or stupid naive smile of partner offering to mend some past. and actress and actors are experts on this art, then salesmen and politicians, criminals, serial killers, bully who kicked shit out of you years ago then he can act like nothing happened seeing you again, gropers and rapists at close social party, a clown's face sticking out of an ice cream truck window... more scary than scream movie's horror mask. I never get horrified by a horror films, unless some dirty disgusting poop sprayed into a beautiful actress bleeding face or a close shot of actress body parts cut up, yak that's unbearable. but nothing more scary than a simple smile of a killer.</p><p>And recent years, as Putin's war happened in Ukraine, Trump won the election and lost second, Xi fumbled China economy thru his egoistic political empire stance, as I looked at their photos taken at their high points, from starting the war, winning the election, taking the chairman seat to sinking in the war swamp, lost the second election, and sacked China into a hopeless economic political disaster, their face emotion totally changed, they looked lost comparing to their overly cocky smile in the past at conferences, and they are not Hollywood A-list actors, they never had acting lesson, they don't have natural acting talents when their plan goes to shits, they can't stay in their characters. their photos showing their emotion suddenly made connection of the Joker's face, the smile characters, and I searched looked at Stalin and Mao's picture portrait posters and photos and found common theme and feeling of it. So I decided to pen down the thoughts of Joker in a 1st person narrative, I usually avoid writing bad thoughts, ignore them as junks, but I think Joker's face and that smile really tells us something how we can construct our society from trust or totally dismantle the social fabric by betraying our simple yet most power gesture. we are like insects in the jungle, all the blissful things blossom in super sizes, the infinite shapes of green leaves and flowers are sizes of houses, but we can be equally all victims and trapped in a splendid wondrous realm of cruelty and exist in the state of death when many individuals do not honor that simple gesture of smile with his honesty and moral principal. Pretty terrifying to think about it. Anti social, anti establishment and violence on innocent children and women justified as rights and honesty or simply A Complex Issue as an answer even from the view of ChatGPT3.5 thru the smile expression not as a bridge and handshake of truce and peace but a veil or a mask as scheme of violence, that triggered my mind of Shakespearean monologue not in his unmatched style but at his depth of seeing the dark part of a beast. I am pretty happy to pen down the thoughts and lines non judging. Since I have some kind of power then I must carry out a part of responsibility that gravitates to who/what we or some of us are, the genuine human expression we either have lost in some culture or betrayed in another, that basic social value is gone.<br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-23676196008524364732023-10-29T20:51:00.015-04:002023-10-31T18:48:55.210-04:00Batman<p> Batman</p><p>Laijon Liu 20231029</p><p> </p><p>Thick gloomy clouds hanging over the city</p><p>covering that part of the world never gets sunny</p><p>the central city hall building stands like a tall fortress</p><p>the last besieged tower turns on its signal light for help!</p><p>far away in the suburb, there's a dilapidated castle</p><p>behind its rusty gothic gate, brown leaves buried path</p><p>gushing thoughts swarm out from the depth of memory</p><p>drowning noises of beating, screams, psychotic laughing</p><p>rain reigns the city, raindrops beating the pavement</p><p>that blurry scene forever shrouds the man's vision</p><p>his bulletproof suit & cape, too heavy burden to wear</p><p>ammo loaded armored car is his black casket on wheels</p><p>he drives out at evening, to stop all that happening</p><p>a pain-triggered bat, flies out of a cave into the night <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-75314998372238724272023-10-28T18:18:00.029-04:002023-11-01T18:38:00.502-04:00Superman<p> Superman</p><p>Laijon Liu 20231028</p><p> </p><p>That dim flickering light in the deep night sky</p><p>grows bigger and brighter by the second</p><p>the heart of Man races against time</p><p>across the universe to reach the past</p><p>his will defies gravity, bends the space</p><p>to fulfill his promise, to mend someone's dream</p><p>the world is round, he circles and scans it</p><p>the universe is flattened along with all its beings</p><p>that flickering light grows brighter and brighter</p><p>fueling blinding flame and deafening sound</p><p>that huge burning rock plummets into the air</p><p>someone forever stares at the sky, long waiting</p><p>the wheat field in Smallville is now golden!!</p><p>Tell me, Superman, will you be back in time?!</p><p> </p><p>Note:</p><p>on my way back home from soccer game, I saw a little boy in Superman costume crossing the street on the zebra lines, as he passed me I noticed he didn't carry his trick or treat bucket, so I guessed this superman must have something more important to do, like save someone (my mind suddenly blurt out hey Superman, whom you gonna go save now huh?). and the some images popped on my mind, pretty romantic and classy worth a poem, as I worked them on paper, totally different image that driven out by my words, also the line 11, I can't be sure about that burning rock, whether it's a space rock or superman travels at his top speed, as most things happen in life as I see to be hoped, expected or unexpected and we fear happen to us, we wish it's a blessing yet anxious that just an ill omen. and Superman, saves his love, makes all fans feel complete yet himself in need to be saved or to save in order to be saved?... and the different timing of each individual and events timeline just complicates everything. so I was confused, any way I picked second image for that line, the original line 11 is "that rock of steel plummets into the air" so I knew that was Superman, but as I penned it down, having a second look, it was just a huge burning rock plummets into the air.</p><p>And, if I were Superman I wouldn't feel supercharged to land on Earth. His home planet bursts up a supernova, gone in a flash of burning match, following his physical mass and density reverse calculate to the weight of his planet mass that must collapse into a black hole, and he is here forever an alien. And there are countless superjerks, superassholes, supervillains, and not to mention superbitches... all walk amok and rule the planet Earth, makes people's living super hard. They Are REAL, not comic characters in the books that you don't like you can skip the pages, you flip thru all their wicked schemes and violent deeds in print, somehow you feel you have the control over them, POW! POW! POW! you finger flick the pages fast. but in real life, how you deal with them? as Superman born of good to do good in a one man league, with his super power, laser eyes, and ice blow, primitive mind driven human beings are fragile like cockroaches, but he cant squash them like they are just termites. he wouldn't feel super duper about it. even a bad man is a human being, right? Catch them one by one and throw them into jail? why waste a good man's time? I guess he better leave it all to the world for the saving job that everyone must play his part.</p><p>So he should quit his news job, buy a house at Smallville, live with Lois Lane that's his destiny, get a challenging creative hobby, non sport type, like reading novels, writing poems, painting, composing.... if every man's includes Superman's woman is saved, then the world is saved. the world exists because two stay as one. so, go make your love happy, Superman, by doing that you've saved the world.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-73233172480477261952023-10-21T20:46:00.002-04:002023-10-21T20:46:56.835-04:00Monster<p> The Monster</p><p>Laijon Liu 20231021</p><p><br /></p><p>His huge pair of T-Rex eyes, bloodshot</p><p>have seen the tribulation of the past world</p><p>his dying heart somehow miraculously beating</p><p>feels the earthquake and the aftershock</p><p>mind wanders in his tiny city gardens</p><p>now long gone, to be remembered forever</p><p>he was just a child, should be everyone's favorite</p><p>but they resented his face and his bear hug</p><p>they named him the ugly and the fearsome</p><p>threw scraps & rocks at him, and shouted</p><p>his giant clumsy claws, wimpy to fend off</p><p>yet he never growled, and even can't do it now</p><p>A shadowy figure lingers in the city ruins</p><p>it's waiting for me to come back home</p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-18457843563545167162023-09-30T22:59:00.004-04:002023-09-30T23:38:13.794-04:00Ugly Barbie is Beautiful Too<p> Ugly Barbie is Beautiful Too</p><p> Laijon Liu 20230930</p><p><br /></p><p>Ugly barbie is beautiful too</p><p>to the eye-beholders do not believe</p><p>that holy image of God almighty</p><p>or myriad choices of Nature's rule</p><p>your kind smile radiates glory</p><p>your frown & tears, your inability agony</p><p>spit in your face, your political product</p><p>tear off that mask of your proud race</p><p>the color of skin never the problem</p><p>but heart of greed roots deep in the gene</p><p>plastic, designed facial feature with barcode</p><p>takes over the world's identity and concept</p><p>billions barbies packed in toy boxes</p><p>cranking out on a long long handling belt.</p><p><br /></p><p>Note:</p><p>I have watched the barbie film, I liked it. only there was no ugly barbie that seems unfair to the minority race, there were banged up barbie, black barbie, and all beautiful, lovable, fuckable. but the barbie seems trying to represent all the girls, the women, taking the Feminist approach, so beauty is the label the code for barbie. I remember I had a handled down rag doll from my aunt, my mom's sister, when I could remember, because I had only four toys in my childhood. a three wheel bike missing a wheel, a rag doll blonde baby girl with one blue eye, a toy machine gun(functional), a monkey king mask. so I remember all my toys. four items formed my life and prospect or I say my hope of what I should become. so now I am stranded, accompanied by beautiful imaginary love doll with no so good eye, and I wear the monkey king mask with a lot of angry bullets. so ranting is a part of rap too.</p><p> Racism is really the ignorant judging and selecting people by their facial feature. and resource distribution and access, residential right are set according to that. Beyonce, brazilian models, Asian film actresses... if they crowded the southern border, the Republican base and that Ex-presidential Loser would somehow 'fix' the immigration law to help them stay. So, I say:<br /></p><p>Ugly barbie is beautiful too.</p><p>-</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-2279757780991731082022-03-07T00:13:00.002-05:002022-03-07T00:13:59.245-05:00War at Home<div style="text-align: left;"> War at Home</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">All dictators should be dead period!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Laijon liu 20220306</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">All dictators should be dead period! <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Their tanks artilleries transports turn into scrap metal</div><div style="text-align: left;">Their little coward boys never dare to say no</div><div style="text-align: left;">Should be shot and bombed and cry ma ma</div><div style="text-align: left;">At some foreigners' land</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I do not say I am for peace</div><div style="text-align: left;">Because my naive years are past</div><div style="text-align: left;">In order for the parks to be parks </div><div style="text-align: left;">Some nut case must check into funny farm</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There never gonna be peace</div><div style="text-align: left;">That peace must be fought for<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There never gonna be home<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If people don't fight to keep</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Freewill is never for the cowards<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A good beating is what the bully needs<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In some countries tractors tow tanks</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some marching students should have anti tank missiles</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't play the victim, don't be a victim</div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't ever have a mind of victimized</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's just pain, and hunger</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's just rage, revenge, and madness...</div><div style="text-align: left;">The same fabric as justice and fair</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">People should not fear</div><div style="text-align: left;">The coward crook giving zcar speech</div><div style="text-align: left;">Behind his bulletproof glass</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brendishing his nuke warheads</div><div style="text-align: left;">To the point that I don't scare anymore<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The coward brainfuck with stern face</div><div style="text-align: left;">Acts like he is the emperor of China</div><div style="text-align: left;">Who knows everything, art of war shit</div><div style="text-align: left;">And playing his romance of three kingdom game.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What fucking century are we in now?</div><div style="text-align: left;">The great era of Soviet and Qing dynasty?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hmmm, the time machine plays tricks<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some people have arrived at their preferred time space.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Fire the javelins! nlaw! thorns!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Give those little shitheads black and blue!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rock the shit out of the kings!</div><div style="text-align: left;">And shout: Pill Time! Pill Time! You dumb fuck! <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><p><br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-85347499780343714542020-08-16T23:16:00.007-04:002020-08-17T07:06:24.136-04:00Great Lines of Li Bai and Du Fu<p> <u><b>Great Lines of Li Bai and Du Fu</b></u></p><p> </p><p>Been reading them for years, never have I tried to memorize their complete verses traditionally as many past poets do as some kind of method to study poetry, totally useless to me, I prefer all great lines that stick, a great line never meant to be memorized nor to be chanted like aria, it sings in the mind, you only need to read it once, and that first time you set your eyes on it you will never forget, of course you have to have lived some life to feel it. And both great Tang poets got so many lines that stick but my favorite of each just pops to me from time to time. I know those lines are eternal.</p><p> </p><p><b><i>Li Bai</i></b></p><p><i>吾亦能高咏,</i></p><p><i>斯人不可闻。</i></p><p><i>I too can sing some great songs,</i></p><p><i>but the dead soul can't hear my voice.</i></p><p> </p><p><b><i>Du Fu</i></b></p><p><i>飘飘何所似?</i></p><p><i>天地一沙鸥。</i></p><p><i>Adrift, to what I should compare myself?</i></p><p><i>Between the heaven and the Earth, a sand gull.</i></p><p><br /></p><p>Li Bai's loneliness passes thru the time in his verse, to recall a memory, a soul mate; Du Fu's loneliness passes thru the space in his verse, to search for a destination.</p><p>Their lines also bother me with the questions, why we sing, why we must sing, why we write, why we must write, why we need to go some places, what we search, why and what keep us on the road and constantly searching... those lines are not statement. <br /></p><p>I guess no wonder I can't forget these lines, even some days I may forget the wholes poems or many others but these lines I won't forget just like Shakespeare's <i>to be or not to be</i>... even most people includes me cannot recite the whole soliloquy, is that important? the rest seems doesn't hold much of value to register on our memory block.</p><p>also, there's great Japanese Haiku poet, his verse is:</p><p> </p><p><i>Life</i></p><p><i>is walking on the roof of hell</i></p><p><i>watching cherry blossoms.</i></p><p> <br /></p>Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-40518633261122272842020-04-15T07:37:00.002-04:002020-04-15T07:37:50.562-04:00Miso Oatmeal Spaghetti (Smoked Fish, Broccoli)Miso Oatmeal Spaghetti (Smoked Fish, Broccoli)<br />
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1) one spoon olive oil, salt, 2/3 piece pepper/garlic, smoke fish. heat the pot.<br />
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2) pour water(more for Japanese style, less for Italian) into the pot when garlic turn yellow<br />
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3) dump spaghetti and oatmeal, stir for 5 minutes, one spoon Miso paste, stir for 5 more minutes<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>The
siren rings days and nights in Elmhurst</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>the
siren rings days and nights in Jackson Heights</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>This
proud bustling capital of the new America</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>now
vacant and quiet like the streets of plundered Troy</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>piercing
sound randomly traces the nearby streets</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>that
distinctive pitch strikes the bell of heart</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>the
dream-chasers, the naysayers of ill-fate</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>cramped
in the share-room houses for their crumbs</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>their
low-income pits, undocumented slum-floors</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>are
the topics of moral diseases or undeserved faith</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>war
draws a line, plague draws a line, prosperity</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>draws
a huge cock-girth line between class and trash</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>gagged
and they laugh at their own misfortunes</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>in
shit( w)hole life they can't tell that shit smells</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Oh,
plumbers, dishwashers, and delivery guys</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>are
countless immunized rodents and super spreaders</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>at
their retirement age they line up by the pearly gates</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>the
tickets they've paid with their backbreaking pains</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>the
siren rings again, in a stone's throw distance</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>another
fearless soul needs breathing support</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>somewhere
away his family texts him 5 times today</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>their
social distancing measured by ocean and borders</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>probably
he has never thought of dialing 911, not him</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>because
he has escaped the desert heat and ICE raids</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>he
has stood on his own two feet with his rough hands</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>and
now he's in critical bed, plugged to an oxygen tube</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>still
thinking about his morning shift, his Friday check</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>the
siren rings again, circling this un-American neighborhood</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>that
sound of help somehow rings like the angel's bell.</i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tonight the World Sleeps with Me</span></i></h4>
<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Laijon Liu 20200326 </span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Tonight the world sleeps with me, feels<br /><br />that shock, trapped, isolation and uncertainty<br /><br />I show everyone how to hold the breath<br /><br />because the air is foul since 1975<br /><br />a forager been shot and pushed into the river<br /><br />that time of torrential and freaking cold<br /><br />mask the world puts on, used to be that grin<br /><br />self-reflect of the self identity of obscure<br /><br />wild taste of pain, of animal, cheers the beast<br /><br />that ignorance that savagery that brush off<br /><br />tonight the world reflects, how broke we are<br /><br />nothing much left that we should never brag<br /><br />that sense of plenty of hope comes in a bowl<br /><br />we are so brave, make our existence's check<br /><br />everyone's make-shift helter-skelter skedaddle<br /><br />that thrill of barely hanging on, so survived<br /><br />hearing the bullshit of bullshit on radio and tv<br /><br />statues melt like ice cream cones in my hands<br /><br />music passes thru the skyscrapers that silent hum<br /><br />an alien saucer hovering over the empty cities<br /><br />strange architecture of stones, steel and glass<br /><br />devoured the rats, roaches and two-leg builders<br /><br />that immense volume of analog information -poof<br /><br />break down, back to their primitive forms<br /><br />tonight, the world is so far, it's right by my side<br /><br />tonight, the world so close to me, finally<br /><br />we together panting, try to draw every breath. </i></span><br />
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<br />Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-12826710370073437302020-02-10T17:48:00.053-05:002023-09-04T10:00:41.163-04:00zzzzz<br />Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-63049046693664539422019-11-28T20:26:00.004-05:002019-12-02T22:20:23.503-05:00The Beautiful Odette <h2>
<b>The Beautiful Odette </b></h2>
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there's no need to conceal her name but I'm not telling, if this ballerina were American, not Soviet dancer, she would be a household name forever, if Andy Warhol lived a few more years, he saw her in NY or LA tour or PBS program, he would do a lot of block prints on her. For most artists, poets, scholars... anyone wants to learn, or gain, the trick is looking for the good material, the gold mine, the secret cave that stowed treasure troves, the original manuscript, the ancient buried scroll... so to open sesame:D<br />
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I do a screen capture prints series to honor this Odette/Odile ballerina. In poetry, the music is in the flow of thought, so the wordsmith razzle-dazzle is not true art, an illusion; dance, the music is in the body movement, the energy. to measure a poem, just translate whole body of the text to colloquial/plain language, so the writer cannot cheat, to deceive by using his dictionary short-cut. to see a dancer, just kill the music and give her a mask, so everything is in her body, movement. often there are just too much noise, people can't focus, they are tricked. Words are not communication tool anymore, become emotion; the body need not follow the music, becomes that music. Often, poets, writers meditating on some feeling of thoughts, honing their lines and words to fit that precise emotion, so even poem composed in native tongue is a form of translation, the 2nd language, same as musicians they have been singing their melody silently for some time when they put on paper; and dancers hearing the same piece music for 500 times, or even more, basically they can hear it in their sleep, some classic ballerinas hear Tchaikovsky since 7yr old to 17 to 27 to 37... to the point that they don't truly hear the music when they perform, and they need not to check their technique since they throw 10 years or more to all the movement and pose... so what they all really do then?<br />
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Expression of their Emotion. Their Emotion, their own emotion, not Shakespeare words or lines from the Bible, or the songs, lyrics, or old idioms and cliches, not music composer's feeling and thought anymore, not interpretation of others, but their own. so many dancers still dance in other's music and step their coach's movement, so they don't really let it go, it's still imitation, just as many writers, a lot of them even the big names, you can read 5 lines you know they don't write their own thing, they still follow the books formula they picked up thru MFA or some great ancient writers, even they sound really modern and 'innovative', but they are just stiff in their lines and movement. there's old Chinese saying about writing composition: Read 10,000 volume books, one composes naturally. In the end, one has to give up all that reading so he can write his own.<br />
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Poem Examples:<br />
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<i>Kiss me, my love, kiss me</i><br />
<i>Your lips are sweet as wine.</i><br />
<i> - The Song of Songs, OT</i><br />
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(The greatest poem line that can't be copied)<br />
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<i>Mixing memory and desire</i><br />
<i>stirring dull roots with spring rain.</i><br />
<i> - Wasteland, T.S. Eliot</i><br />
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(No academic poets can top this, yet, miles away)<br />
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Laijon Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10425806952151878660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011806199489981321.post-92026129502295555022019-09-25T20:22:00.002-04:002019-11-28T19:01:01.829-05:00Swan Lake DVDs done by Russian Ballet CorpsSwan Lake DVDs done by Russian Ballet Corps<br />
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Galina Ulanova (43) </span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1953</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Natalia Dudinskaya (41)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">9780769787343</span></td>
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<td align="left" colspan="5" height="18" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;" valign="middle"><i><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">* Film Version, Bolshoi & Kirov</span></i></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Maya Plisetskaya (32)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1957</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Maya Plisetskaya (32)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">9780769787336</span></td>
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<td align="left" colspan="5" height="18" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;" valign="middle"><i><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">* Bolshoi Stage</span></i></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Yelena Yevteyeva (22)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1969</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Yelena Yevteyeva (22)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">4028462600107</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Natalia Bessmertnova (43)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1984</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Natalia Bessmertnova (43)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">0-7697-8667-7</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Galina Mezentseva (34)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1986</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Galina Mezentseva (34)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">0-7697-1475-7</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Alla Mikhalchenko (32)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1989</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Alla Mikhalchenko (32)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">807280071399</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Yulia Makhalina (22)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1990</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Yulia Makhalina (22)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">0-7697-8241-8</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Nadezhda Pavlova (36)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1992</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Lyubov Konakova (30s)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">5050725802521</span></td>
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<td align="left" colspan="5" height="18" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;" valign="middle"><i><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">* Performed and Recorded in Iceland, small traditional stage venue.</span></i></td>
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<td align="left" height="18" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Swan Lake (Bolshoi&Kirov)</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Nadezhda Pavlova (36)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1992</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Lyubov Konakova (30s)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">8717423028475</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Nina Ananiashvili (29)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">1992</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Ulyana Lopatkina (34)</span></td>
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<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Svetlana Zakharova (36)</span></td>
<td align="center" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">2015</span></td>
<td align="left" style="border-bottom: 1px hidden #000000; border-left: 1px hidden #000000; border-right: 1px hidden #000000; border-top: 1px hidden #000000;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Svetlana Zakharova (36)</span></td>
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<b>Note:</b><br />
I also put on the ballerinas age in (#) at their time of Swan Lake DVD recording so viewers would know they were in their peak years or not. Ballerinas are first Athletes, technicians, then Artists, they live on monkey diet thru teenage to adulthood to mold their body light as gibbons and hone their technique better gymnasts, especially ballet that dance art is based on technique and athleticism, so age plays very important factor when they are older and have grown much stage experience and matured artistry. Dancers have much different interpretation in same repertoire when they are 20s, 30s or 40s, their movement, speed, strength... all different. <br />
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