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Jun 2023 · 965
Subject Beauty
What was the subject?”she asked.
“I scarcely know.
With Adam and Eve-que sais-je?

Was it a hymn to the beauty of the human form
Male and female, and the praise to nature, sublime, indifferent
Or maybe more naughty with lovely spirits, and cruel?
He extends his smile winkles and replies
It was strange and fantastic.
It was a vision of the beginnings of the world.
And the Garden of Eden that arrives to your dream often.

Yes, Beauty is the subject of my entire life,
She looked into his eyes and whispered: “especially with the painted trees”
I see about myself in every day, every season
the alligator pears, the lily plants, and whatever
with an awful sense of the infinity of space
and of the endlessness of time.

I am the subject of BEAUTY…
Commentary:

The question is, is beauty really only skin deep, or does an attractive face actually reflect underlying good qualities? I tried to reflect the stereotype that “beautiful is good” does hold.
When we saw a lady/man in the nakedness of his primeval instincts, and you were afraid, for you saw yourself. Beauty, Easy on the eyes = Easy on the Brain.
May 2023 · 800
Attachment and Struggles
She sits at the balcony window,
watching an early summer bloomsome
The earth is like a mirror, she whispers to herself:

Close to You
A glance in the mirror
Within one step closer to the rose
On the face of the sun
a drop of snow.
Under the same cloud
sings a nightingale.
Close to you
not far at all
sea wide from the sky
Purple lily fall…

Attractions attach to attractions
Detachment meeting detachment.
What lives, lives on the ground
What drops, drops and dies without struggle.
When season changes, mirror reflections to ourselves, reflect to nature and earth...
May 2023 · 805
Godfather
To be loved or to be killed answers by Mario Antonio,
A beach signature novel, very guilty and very pleasure
Soaked in with characters of mafia and every targeted ******.

Shh!——He is whispering to me
“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”
Who is under control, who cares about the battel

Whispering Shh! Some say the world has balanced ball
Godfather is a silent observer. With guilty but pleasure
He demands no power but friendship loyalty.
Struck fear in everyone he has known.

Shh! These are Five Families he plays with,
Still figures of glory. Shh! check the ground
The mud ******* dragon flight throats,
Stepping stones from Europe boot soles.

The Cloud, clouds. Under defence of greed.
The gilt and secure domes of Russia melt and float off
He commands dragonflies behind the clouds
with circled country borders. Across countries and spaces.

Like the drone, drone like shooting machine.
The invisible drone has got so far,  with 400 feet height!
The Pentagon calling Trafalgar Square
Russia, Ukraine game theory with Tianmen Square

Back and forth of tactical and strategic manoeuvring,
with every character shining in little part he must play
“Your enemies always get strong on what you leave behind”

The drone, The Cloud, clouds drone
He is a silent observer, the Godfather.
Reflect from the novel "Godfather" and with current world power tackle Europe, US and China.
Reflect from the novel "Godfather" and with current world power balance.
Notwithstanding the allies’ early show of unity in the wake of the Russian attack on Ukraine, some of their differences and challenges to a more robust NATO posture have not disappeared entirely.  The nature of power is Changing.
Nov 2022 · 751
Oriental Lily
They landed off from the air as dusts

Heated, threatened, and crown-caked dusts
Those natural winds loudly pronounced their name:
“Infectious diseases, we must **** you all!”
Children cheer to no school again.
Parents again remain home-stay


Daily test lines are occupied by humans, who
keep checking travel healthy kit status, as how
the weeds in the winds, as how humans who
bow their heads contribute to zero-covid strategies

November wind blows out two separate paths
An Oriental Lily is counting her tortoise walks 
on slow determined feet. Happiness or sorrow
two contrasting emotions, he watches her
with glossy eyes inviting oriental Lily to join

his steady aim for contentment, pace of peace.
A chaotic end to the “zero-covid” regime could cause the economy to shrink for a quarter, before a subsequent recovery. For this reason, whenever it begins, the pace of reopening is likely to be cautious.
No sound, at a corner of a giant sea rock
With a fisherman’s eyes search, he sits alone,
searches above, around, and down
mindful of predators

Sea winds pass dangers lurking everywhere,
though it can’t see the hawk a half mile away 
that is watching its every move
towards fallen acorn seeds, where

A hawk flying down and confused for his life.
A sea wonder sits alone and refused to look into sky,
death by hawks within due to strife,
She, departing the nest from the past.

Of swans, of salmon leaping where
the silver water plummets,
and even when caution
is in the wind, dangers remain

Of glaciers swelling broad and bare
A toast to a fallen hawk, the Lord
pours out his largess there
as long as planets continues.
My great Dedication to Shinzo Abe who inspiring his people. His life may have been cut short tragically, but his legacy will endure forever.
May 2022 · 219
Summer Dance
A leap, a ****** over virtual space
Love shaped motion emerges west and east border.

A yell ends at power station
No more silence, summer breaks the icy skies.


S.Polunin signature leap, with mathematic
Motion of pure moves and spirals,
Likewise, a new-shoot burgeoning pulse

Sun reviles the evolving shadows
A refreshed balance game tags leaf and might
He moves with glimmering dappled light

Movement from a bird of paradise
Melodic cold folds of ego, the deer,
And the wild leopard chanting itself

An animated odd sight come out at night
Gestures flake off where space to cross.
Looseness, forgetfulness, we know it is
not only a summer dance
Dedicated to Sergei Polunin
It was not true, the sky was pouring flood.
It was true and all around with tearing blood.

He was dying next to rusted royal region.
His father frozen the anguish to painful tragedy.
Maybe April light will exhaust.
His heart with its cruel.
Ray, removed his key to intuitive rude.

In this part of the story he was the one who
Dies, the only one, and he died in regretful
Prove Tsar’s emotion. He with Love, in fire and blood.
There are no time to farewell for Russia’s Tsar.  

And we don't know Russia and the Russian Tsar
never did lie to each other.



(Because there’s history, and then there’s art, patterns rotate.)
Regarding the Repin’s “Ivan the Terrible, we look at the Patterns in the theme of modernity
Feb 2022 · 554
Fairness and Hope, A Sonnet
Twenty-four years’ marriage certificate released today
Mirrors cracked, tragedy lives where apathies traces.
We, create only a smaller voice than
the angels, have crouched hopes in   

We, A Mountain, An Ocean, or at A Journey
Gazing sky, we see no woman and children play

Tears which she planted in a frozen hut are exposed
The tears are saved and we have vases of sorrow drink 

Unfairness imprisoned herself inside this cage
The sorrow that was building transforms rage

And fire within us naturally grow

We, A Mountain, An Ocean, or at A Journey

The Truth, The Sun and all about her fairness right
Armed for slaughter, her mouths spilling words
Mountains echo as we choke on an ocean of sorrow

An end with hopes is what we patiently await.
Note: For a chained woman who been human trafficked
in China.
Feb 2022 · 1.4k
Tiger Meets Rose
Powering whisker's tense, the unfurled orange;
teethed with nature's rosy armament.

Brother Tiger sniffs. burning nose
  whispers of passion
  with breaths of love.

More than two million years under human life
And she knows more than you, a white milliner
roses bloom
rose is a dove.

Brother Tiger gazes off into the East
Rose smiling, rose laughing,
Roses are searching for proud preys

Heaving breaths
dynamic, catlike stealth.

    Heartbeat’s thunder
****** shadows hide.

She sends him a fairy-white rosebud: 
“Hey Love, let’s off to search again for spring…"
"come home safe, Brother Tiger: Don't be feared"

Chant and roar along please
A kiss of desire on the lips.
Chant for Love,  a Tiger year's wish: a white milliner
roses bloom
rose is a dove.
Jan 2022 · 192
A box of Chocolate Haiku
Haiku  ( choral tunes )

Sun sings in morning  .  .  .
Music of light starts each day,
  .  .  .  Rainbow horse joining in.

Haiku  ( raiments )

Sun-shower dressed tree,
Rain left bright silver jewels,
  .  .  .  Beads on evergreen.


Haiku  (Invisible Poo)

Wild horse yawing  .  .  .
Fine art pieces we all see,
  .  .  .  No poo but winds with green.

Haiku (Puzzles)

Sedimentary
Mineral, igneous, shale
Solitary movement.

#AngelXJ
Dec 2021 · 209
Time-capsules
Tense laptop, delight lunch table,
they swings from time capsules.  


Of the depths, in the quiet, in the white of the winterland

When nothing made a sound,
Nothing!
 Not a mouse, nor an Elk


Not a deer, or a fox, or an owl
But a froster painting

Squeezed into my childhoods window.
Dec 2021 · 352
Midnight Ballad
“No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper;
and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.
This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD,
and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.” 
                    ———— Isaiah 54 17 KJV




"This was not an impulsive act." she said
Snowy tears heated by burning gun fires.
"This isn't even a close call” Count it
Once more: how many Angels are falling?

And at this moment ominous cloudy pressed world
And it arises wondrous sorrow
And crying sentence, roaring-high
As grey as ghastliness

Through the drifts the chaotic vibrates
Loud call without sounds
Nor action of men nor beasts we ken—
The gunfire was all within and between

The angers was here, the shots were there,
And the gunshot was not for bonfire night
It busted and roared, and chapped and howled
Likewise, a rumble thunder was all around.


We all sat in the corner of darkness 
Stop pray, everyone try to shout
“You who lost” the boy screamed
His voice ignited the midnight ballad,

An unexpected early Christmas chorus
Isn’t justice God upon the heaven
But her son blinked his red eyes again
As she touched his wounded soul

"This isn't even a close call’ she whispered
We ought to kiss Uranus at night sky
Where we danced in better cheer
Where the morns haves no tearing fear
the above Ballad format poem is based on the most recent tragic gunfire event, Michigan school shooting…
Dec 2021 · 140
About the News
News, this winter
Are we all searching and
digging for some better news?


The best News are dancing into a bowl of gentle
and homely cooked,
Light purple
radish soup.
# News # Soup
1.
A seducer snails’ past
Her Calling mission has reviled
Undoubting triumph

2.
Olympic monument
Reunification spikes
spirits of justice

3.
Her calling mission
Transmit to earnestly love
Unveiled the truth

4.
Harmonize rhythmic move
with a secular ring
She performs a wild ballet 

5.
The waves of light
Transparent erase recreation.
Wind swirled her faith

6.
An entire steel
fairies bumble, tumble, fumble 
in bloom white

7
Mysterious sketch
An angle of 17 degree
legendary explore


8.
136 meter measures
holly patient in affliction
ego human mind

9.
Fantasised loop
how sad that it’s not aware
tremble gamble dreams

10.
Clouds rumbles
He moves toward the sun 
Gold torch, birds crowd

11.
Calatrava attribute to Gaudi
The earth’s great sketch trick
eyes to hip in glories.

12.
Emotions are tides
Barcelona was heir to full
gazing at distant galaxies
The overall form of the Montjuic Communications Tower is based on a Calatrava’s sketch of a kneeling figure making an offering. The base on which the figure ‘kneels’ is covered in broken glazed tiles in recognition of Gaudi (though with more restrained colors).
Oct 2021 · 93
Prayers of Lark Rites
I.

These prayers are written in a place of space:
Our love would last forever.
We are meant to be together

II.

Seventh profound graces, adorest, Gabriel wings
Sixth. A shell, a fantasy of stone, icy cold.
Fifth silver cranes soon flutter at drips meadow,
Fourth. chamber quartet burred with melodic skeletons.
Third spires thrusting in soul’s firmament.
Second had bristlecone(evergreen) in cloudy chamber.
The first was an ascending lark, soft is caul of breaths.

III.
Fire ceased when all ashes left are the bones.
Lift him to the spiral stairs of freedom.
Eternal light in this place called home.

IV.
Together, we sang and to have timeless passion
We sheltered his eyes, with lighted roses
External tree of life endurance heaven’s gate


Velvet memories are never grow old
These prayers are written in a place of space…
A requiem song that dedicate to sudden loss of friend. He was a thinker, poet, and a person who has passion to life....
Sep 2021 · 459
Sculpture of Love
Golden colours by the river, old and grey 
they sparkle over each side of Bamiyan Valley

Shines and smiles of caves annihilate them
Prior to Monk XuanZang to fabled silk road.
You heard the fire and bombs in the veins of heart’s purr.

They are all stones; one big, another smaller.
It was a Sunday, a pray day and you heard the egos of
screams:  morals! Your eyes and lips ampersand

Dusts and sands persist over 1700 years of Dynasties.
Sculptures of love vanished at Bamiyan valley

Was this loves outcome then, these stones made, red materials                                                 
Addressed with an order of elimination that fires so blindingly?
“Not in vain, not in vain, Shall I look for you again”
The voice of XuanZang transformed his precepts are sound,
“An infinite…XYZ”  with the veins of our eternal love.

Their eyelids say.
The Bamiyan Buddhas appear to have been the work of the Gandhara civilization, showing some Greco-Roman artistic influence in the clinging drape of the robes. Small niches around the statues hosted pilgrims and monks; many of them feature brightly-painted wall and ceiling art illustrating scenes from the life and teachings of the Buddha.
@First Movement

Flash blue, breezes and gentle touches where he is her favourite dancer.
Twitchy tickly itchy movement, likewise violin trembled string
Autumn arrives with butterfly wings. He is a dancer. Fainted @

Noon sun ray. He says “Hi… Give me a Five”
Shine or silver, day to day. It all turns to grey.

@Second Movement

Life in a day where there are knots in every skein. The moment of whispering
And the surprise gifts of the Year. Look. Rains and showers flushed into her skirt.
Autumn lands with a giant painting brush. She is a painter. Arrayed in

Gold and red, twirling canvas panels with leaves upon her ankles.
Their intense autumnal melancholy embittered

@Third Movement

life wonders’ bedroom window. Of oscillating thread
that winds between the living and the living we thought were dead.

Autumn falls with hymn choral from spider’s web. He and she reunions
Soul to soul, pole to pole with blesses with increase and life,
They are gross and simple creatures, jointly servant of the Will.
Reflected with a movie-"Invictus"  Life is a circle, we follows with nature and seasons And we are master our own fate....
Aug 2021 · 2.4k
Sky and (M&M)Theorem
He received a candy cloud that contains ‘L. O .V. E ‘
shaped smile.

She then turned on an electric
sky oven.  Autumn baking mode: +/- 272x

Havent you agreed with “(M&M)Theorem states?

The cream + the skim milk would bring the same price as the whole milk

Only if there were no costs of our separation …
How to celebrate Chinese Valentine Day
Aug 2021 · 461
One Place(3 Poems)
I.
To imagine and to colour in the universes ocean
They are kindergartener’s painting of the sea.

A quarter of circles spread over the space lines.
Off set, an uppercase ‘F’ shaped triangles covering the skies,
playing the role of FREE spirits, dolphin.

II.
He feels you, countless transparent mute wishes hidden at
the area composed by messes of oranges and pink. He is your day and night

Sunrise follows with dark dusts, that time has allowed and moments flow.
Listen. A sorrow broken guitar in an alley intensely flayed.
The spaceship’s magic fingers twisted with universe’s strings


III.

Enjoy dancing at an enchanted evening,
Space wings set up for lovers. He’s attached with symbols of variation

Desires are viruses. One worlds spins with two tragic worlds;
Lonesome. Ice and heat. Global war,
All those mysteries,spells, absurd truths

We are in one place.
*To dedicate to by Wassily Kandinsky
Jun 2021 · 112
On Dragon Boat Day
No, No more ZongZi Nor
Chinese poet Quzi… No. Not for tea time. But
A *** of miso soup with pinch of salmon and lemon

Please please don’t forget to read few lines from Pastan’s
‘ Imaginary Conversation’.
Prior to start another day.

(especially when one lady feels the expressions of another lady).

Feel the emphatic nature of
‘Imaginary Conversation’

Would this helps to explain
No gamble, No gain.
It’s been long since we’ve been in touch,
She knows that he is never far. A muse
Of wonders, where to commence a journey,
an atomic adventure.  The melody and brush are amusing
that stir her muse into atomic scale
She builds her realms from dreams,
where illusion seeps from imaginings.


It's been hard to stay in touch,
She knows that he was sat there. A muse.
Loving her. Trying to make plans together.
To have adventures together.

with their minds when the tongue is applied,
(metaphors are complex grammatical
vectors, nouns are simple grammatical
vectors, so to avoid confusion)

Together, they cross an empty sky-canvas
and shadows in acrylic sleep bleed stories;
awakening others’ spirits. A Muse
or mutually amuse? As for every rational secular noun
there's an irrational religious metaphor:
to join in a subconscious invocation of mind-flight.

Muse or amuse? Together
A journey to atomic adventure.
A journey to an expected path, solidarity
May 2021 · 463
True Thoughts
You    Stood behind the flower meadow
           with a state of dilemma
           ONE eye the loner
           ONE eye the shy

Can    Someone loves the rarest, infinity
           who was the all to life
           Be quiet, just listen. Our infinite
           love path is opening,
           One is all or nothing!

Only     ONE destiny
              ONE error, falling.
              ONE sun
              ONE space, entire journey.

Hide     your hesitation and despondency
              shy crystal spirits nudged a mirror  
              which circle an undressed fairy
              why do those unlimited desires spark?
              You. An orange cyclops-eye, pandering to look

Half     of humans believe it to be better off
             with two unions
             the rest agreed to remain a loner, being as it is.

Of       all the colours surrounding her
            light blue, dark purple, green, yellow, and orange.
            don’t we only have one to pick?
            she was there, the brightest ******.

The    summer reeds are deepened
           whist you feathered the dark
           in thought
           within skins
           ONE eye the loner
           ONE eye the evil
           Where they escaped from
           Where they’re better off alone
Truth.
Half joy half sadness, alone or an pair, story of truth seeker in the modern technological era.
May 2021 · 595
Apple Pie Day
Apple cinnamon, ice cream pie
tasty pastries land on my thighs;

Tell me, which side will you like? crumbling crust out layer
Or cinnamon squeezed with nutmeg apple inner?

Secret sour flavour waves off  ice-cream. Sweet tasty apples,
Hot pie with
Cold ice cream
Fresh and yum yum..


~~@ Magda and family
Many thanks to share with us
A homemade Apple Pie 🥧😋
Enjoy a homemade  Appel Pie with friend and her family
May 2021 · 189
Time Travel
Memories soar, those cheerful moments,
Soon turn to scars, they are all swords.

You experienced the talons of desire,
Who never is brave never comes of age,
Upon a windy breeze, a silk-road distance,
Day dreamers shift to day travellers.

Hey, our ancestors,
Don't we preserve the same genes?
Scars from swords. Wars, wars and wars,
They all soaked into a blood
ancient book.
 
Hey, our childhood mates,
Haven’t you healed that patch of rotten wound?
The time has sealed its luminous web,
The remnants remain still.

You who stand firm

like a hidden door receding into eternity!

Your feet are bleeding thresholds,
We find comfort in sorrow,

fulfilment in what’s hollow.
Our aimless time travel continues
and we follow.
To dedicate the memories and histories of Uyghur region in China
Prologue

Don’t throw bouquets at me

Don’t please my folks too much

Don’t laugh at my jokes too much

People will say we’re in love


1

At the corner leans
His guitar. Six strings covered
A pair of blue eyes.

2.

Taste of Sour, she forced herself
to bleed the sweet instead.
A set of invisible wonders.

3.

Was everything the same?
Was everything there?
The winds came, who is playing?

4.

Melody is an unframed mirror
Together, those were
Our breathes.
Our duet together. A nonstop
orchestrated love song


5.

He holds a torch in her direction,

attempted to pierce through the empty veil

to remembrance of shadows.

6.

Unfiltered, unedited, surreal, raw
and authentic. She is not under human spirits, 

She is whole. She is more than fragmented.

7.

His Guitar moves without fingers

to the thoughts in the dance you bring to it.


8

Below, flows, winds, unidentified bowl of
Greens, a glimpse of recognition;

The melody they used to keep.


9.

Melody leads to a path that dances with shadows;

the footsteps that burn the heart deep.

10.

Hot red, voice of D. No tune can be
Determined. He sings and plays over her body
Again and again, high and low, tranquil to whispers.

11

At the top of her body
He was searching,  light yellow
spirals of tunings.



12.

Crystals, candles, prayer
Cat meditates a burst of screaming
Decomposing secret of notes.


 
13.

Painting, poetry, science, the occult,
Philosophy, and psychology
melody our hearts sing


14.


Heard only by our ears

none other knows the tune


15.

He felt the need to discover himself  in the crystal mirror
it lights to guitar and that split mirror in two;
Melody auditioned by two

Created harmony for one

16.

“People will say We’re In Love”
Her Guitar lightly tuned
Each silent kiss recreates a note

Every sigh completes the lilt
Each embrace plays a chord

17.

Do we know where we came from or where we went?

Is the life we live worth the way its been spent?


18.

Over a giant D, vibrancy of transparency music sheet
a song forevermore.
“People will say We’re In Love”
Her guitar lightly tuned

19.


Together, we are in living, dying
and reincarnation.
Last week Friday, the Queen is facing life without her ‘strength and stay’:
She will carry on
But it will be a lonelier path.
Mar 2021 · 880
Fearless Knight
Knock Knock (Yet Not TickTock)
Maybe or Mightily. Where shall we start?

Feeding up with our own ego.
Fearless knight ready for a battle
Stand on your own! Is there a path
lead to solitude? Look down
where those dropped
Stars squeezed echo.
They all reunified at valley bottom.

Fearless knight dawn your Armor
Who will be prepared to a cosplay night
Angel or Devil? Hold on tight
True heart's desires 
Fearless Knight.
Stand your ground.
Due time for battle.
Maybe, Mightily No fearless.
Together, not alone.

08/03/2021
#Dedicated to an official from Aung San Suu Kyi's party has died in custody in Myanmar.
Mar 2021 · 578
Blue Cat With Moon
The blue cat sits over the moon
beside the vase of gun and fire flaker.
under the wanting desires 
Invisible Dragons Eyes are cruising

Waves come in and out, crash
Switch on and off and then recede again
Is the parasympathetic nervous system activated?

Roar…  Miao...!
The white lion stands in the wind of a deep violet night

Ancient PaPa flies through the clouds 
He cried for his blue cat: No more
crimes. No need for detention
May everyone is happy. No more
thoughts of confusions
Everyone can be comfortable with their own reflection

Roar…  Miao...
Yet it counts, this one  cat
filling our courage of days

Experiencing
Ourselves,

One cat at a time.
Dedicate to Aung San Suu Kyi’ who under detention 16 times since 1989.
Also dedicate it to all who has democratic spirits and soul.
Feb 2021 · 793
Skateboard Talks
Salad and veggies squeezed
in a bow, no space to dance.

Spring blossom whispers
Is it time to skateboard?

Tick tock, French onion soup say cheese
Who is that lady who lives
in her homeless shoes ?
# Chinese Spring Festival # Skateboard sports.
Jan 2021 · 473
A Bird Lost In the Forest
Dance, no stop. The pigment of the ancient,
it past. Frozen in time upon the wall

She left to gaze upon the world
as the clock chimes across the hall

Wings covered in blue dust
An inner golden flakes spread thin within,
shadows portrayed the life held,
A bird lost in forest, as the black hues

Combine with the blues,
bones of a painting poignant yet pure
Will temperatures be preserved in a warming lure?
By | Angel.XJ 22/01/2021
He hit that first note
that note set her world free
When she fell in love with his sadness
he left to an unknown satellite

Can the best music letters are the ones
written in joys not in tears,
that smear the ink so he played the keys
She started writing:
We are all thought about you, yesterday
Days before that too, with each daily practice
To every moment of concert in live, We think of you
in silence.

She often speaks out your name,
A music warrior, a British Chinese pianist,
A missing soul, Now
all we have is memories.
Your vivid picture in a frame.
And your memory is her keepsake…
Veteran pianist Fou Ts'ong was a British Chinese pianist who died on Monday from COVID-19 at the age of 86, according to media reports.
Dec 2020 · 204
Fruits Portrait
The tea of the kitchen were rich with colour and the smell of fruit.
The leave roots broke under the wave of the flute,
which slowly rotted;
the crops withered in the fields.
When winter can’t resist a gourmet fruit fantasy
Are you ready to wait for me,
at the corner of a seasonal banquet?
Winter fruits, colour of a seasonal banquet
I.

“Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom?
Emily called, she knew he wasn't keen to boom

A little bit to the blue pole, a little bit under the red flag; 

Everyone has ideas, who is ready to share?
Zoom in.  Zoom out.
How many truly care?

II.

Victor, once more we've entered the room zoom

A place we've been to before
the questions remain, simple and plain
Is that a dangling mate?
Is this the real victor?

A choice is a choice, one for everyone
Sum up the numbers, leaving us numb

Is the rhetoric speech, exhausted, at last?
Would the world -all people- wait for exciting news?

It’s all about the covid war, though not the flu
Zoom in. Zoom out. In the end,

III.

The world turned and the pathway ended
Do you still believe we all lose?
Two empty trees shaded like a pair of poles

Emily whispered to herself: “the warmth of the sun in the right.
Divided by a flimsy fence, all that's left is in the cold.
Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom?”

US troops zoomed by leaving a stench of smoke.
The birds however continued their solo chanting.


Note: A legal challenges in the wake of the 3 November vote to contest ballot counts.
Note: A legal challenges in the wake of the 3 November vote to contest ballot counts.
For them to write a haiku,
for us is to define
two variables in a  
curved relationship.

If our form of encoding
sound wasn't  as it already is:
we wouldn't have statistics -
say X and β
f(-) and ε

the succinct -
hard to orientate
units of encoding 
as complete meaning
Majestic.
Nonlinear régressions explains how to define two variable in curves shape
Preface:
Was it all took a speech?
Then there were the threats, then there were the deaths.

Was it all due to S. P memorial?
14 day ago…


“Drop drop’ red rain sliding, 
In the back street during his morning walk.
Father Ian paced steadily, it was a grey morning,
early November.

Imagined dialogues
Occur in mind, 
a rendezvous with himself 
Hauled suddenly from solitude,

'How now,' Father Ian addressed the empty hall
Counting there, 9 times knives 
Attacked marks, smelling of burning anger.
This was how the school hides indiscriminate ******.

“Fight fight?”  against blue pallor,
Of hell, and not the fiery part.  

'Knives knives,' Father Ian mocked with an Atlas shrug,
'Don't I warn you to stop those ridiculous fables.
In silence, they come alive,
Of dusted harps or gnawing fear:  Simply tells

'What mission?', questioned from Father Ian, 
“Mind as the host, what just epilogue 
Would these too hollow to be chased?’
What flawed earth-flesh could cause this saddened pass?

'There sits no higher court
Than man's transparent soul’.

Attack, Attack, shocked, Father Ian cried
'Can‘t they run and hide, to get inside
Like a last storm-crossed leaf?  Best ghost swore to the priest:
Why again knives, carried at Paris and Nice?
Dedicated to a set of serial terrorist stablings in France, 2020
How do we define a peace land?
And where is the home, craving to return?
Listen, what did the birds and trees say?

The true pleasures lie beneath the mountain
A single bound will take us there
It is our first homeland where we were born free.

Seagull migrates well,
Pine tree wouldn't move
Look, they reunion in one home garden

They imagine that all their 
Woes, hurts and indignities
Would not exist
in their imagined homeland.

Where we learnt justice at our mother's knee
return is easy, we just have to dare
The true pleasures lie beneath the mountain

In their minds, homeland
is in stasis.
The life they left is lingering
waiting for them to return.
Dedicate to a double festival in China 2020-- Chinese national holiday as well as Mid-Autumn Festival
I.

All atremble
Listen to each falling log
The harpist trills string vibration 

Of the winds and leaves
Of a gown unlike all others
Sing, a song of autumn.

Melodic vase dripping
It’s time to reunion
departure or Farewell?

Vivid brightness against sorrow
Heated summers tuned
All darkness


II.

Possess our being: wrath, 
Uncertain, fear, quivering tense,
illusory victories.

Of the lunar and roundness fairy
Of the sun in his polar hades
Dance, the last movement of rhythm

Those black swan whirl, flat rocks.
Hidden to a blue coffin, sing and dance.
until next, winter solstice.

23/09/2020
Joy or trest, when there is another fall season arrives, can we enjoy another autumn under a cold world momentum.
Count or stop to count
7, 6, 5… then silence.
Started from the one to countless

Fatally wounded, again inequitable ethnic
the trumpet sound of trauma
In a private car, but this was
not a public performance

7 bullets transmit the pride and prejudice
Police have millions of reasons to suspect,
but we criticize the moon—
tonight it’s dark as hell in a drawer.

Count or stop to count
5,6,7… then gun violence.
His truth is lazy
and infinite as broken glass.

You are in our prayers— we pray infinitely.
We would like to have
a brave trumpet show for ourselves—
Deep sorrow, tumultuous but informative.
Although there will be more details from the Wisconsin police, on 23.August, police shot a Black man in the back seven times, it launched a now all-too-familiar avalanche of reaction.according to officials and a bystander’s video of the incident that has been virally shared. Blake survived, but his family’s attorney said he is paralyzed from the waist down.
Aug 2020 · 197
Time Tunnel Canal
Twisted complex feelings
swings to grandfather’s hometown canal, 
where the heated late summer sunlight burned off 
traditional peace and a quiet Canal Zone. 

Returning scholar
his granddaughter’s blood at his side,
imagine now the men who once amassed
the limestone locks to straddle the canal,
an obsolete image from 
an eldritch past.
After nearly 18 years away from hometown, a spontaneous visit back to grandfather and childhood memories hometown.
One:  Bridge

Is it the bridge
Between, Now and forever?

The bridge of fear
When will you be crossing over?

Is it the bridge between
Possibility and doubt

And will we stay strong
Or are we willing to drown?

Is it the bridge between
Who we are and
Where we lust and love?

Would the distance, Abide
Or will it be us merged, eventually?

Are we ready
To venture, to cross this bridge
To our destiny but no future?

Freeze your breath
and listen to the breeze

A bridge, the transparent gap
We are inclined
If you are, to cross the bridge
That leads to one. Love.

Two: Reunion

When seagull whistles
we all came together at this reunion day
World has changed since we've seen each other
Although remained love never goes away

Where covered faces shades blessing
Without understanding of their souls
We think we know a lot about each other
But some things we will never know

Disgust in uncertain eyes and exhausted looks
A lady in red walks off into silver lake
As a space shuttle pulls away
they will never know her hidden pain
At least not on this reunion day.
The Qixi Festival is celebrated on every 7th day of the 7th month according to Chinese lunar calendar. The festival is known as the Chinese Valentine's Day. In the past days, girls are the major part of participants of this festival and the main activity during the festival is asking for light hand
Aug 2020 · 275
Love was the perfect cover
——Allied, 2016 movie  

Prologue:

WWII setting, covert operations
in German-occupied Casablanca

"Love and Hunger rule the world."
Consequently to dominate the world,
man had to win a victory over hunger,
after paying a very high price.
~~~~~
Scenery I.  Casablanca
-----------
All are of one colour: yellow,
Parachuting into the Moroccan desert,
He swept dune seas, hypnotically,
Not a patch of shade, not a drop of water,
only an infinite sea of yellow sand. 
~~~~~
Action I. Max & Marianne meet

Max Vatan (M) took a wedding ring,
Looking, Searching and Wandering:
Order Code:
1. Your wife dressed in purple;
2. A scarf stitched with a wild yellow bird

(Party Hall,Marianne Beauséjour swirled around)
Slowly, she turned back to him,
Loudly, she shouted out in French,
C’est mon meilleur et le plus beau mari.

~~~~~
Scenery II.

Sunrise at Casablanca desert
And the entire desert is theirs.
As all the skies are the stars and the sun’s kingdom.
There are no doors; hearts are open,”
——Southern Moroccan Secrets.”

Featured Conversations:
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Marianne lifted up her lips and asked Max:
“Le Québécois? What are our odds?
Of surviving? 60-40, against. Both of us, I don’t know.”

So, tell me about Medicine Hat, Marianne kept asking
Max Vatan: Pretty green. Rolling hills.
Clear water. Just a place I go when things get dark.
You? Do you have a place?
Marianne Beauséjour: When the war is over
it won’t matter where I am.

~~~~~
Action II. Assassin

Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it,

Beware the feelings of two agents allied,
they strike in the darkness

Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it
Beware the shadows if you value your life
they strike in the darkness


20:31, 20:32… Counting down,
Trois, Deux, Un… 20:35
Allied couple, a possible mission  

Boom! Bang! Explosions screamed
into glass, into fire and smoke.
Is it our only chance of escape?

Before the Mission, Assassin comes 

Nothing to live for, nowhere is safe,

Stick to the light if you wish to escape.


~~~~~
Scenery III.
Along the corridor in the V section  
“they never say what they mean
and they never mean what they say,
and they never say anything on the phone”


Action  III: 72hours Blue-dye” procedure
~~~~~
1st 24 Hours:

Who really is Marianne?
That was a repeated question from Max
As no iron curtains made of steel

conniving happy family with things to steal

A pair of birds perched on a live wire
 
Only to set up a mission to conspire

2nd 24 Hours

Is this a game or a test?
Max thought he has understood it clearly

That love for a spy is only a game to play.
Have you heard his soundless scream
When the war was there, a game to share
With V-Section, life or death.
A test. A game.

The last hours: Ending letters

Je t'aime, Québécois, Marian said her last words to Max.
She shot herself.
blood and red coat, soaked into the rain  
Her voice swings to Medicine Hat

Where Pretty green. Rolling hills
Clear water…When the war is over,
it won’t matter where I am ..
A young girl, Anna read this letter with her father,
at Medicine Hat.
Quite reflective movie that I watched it 3 times. The story picks up a year later with Max and Marianne married and living in London with their infant daughter in as much bliss as one could possibly hope for during wartime.
07/08/2020
Revised 12/08/2020
Jul 2020 · 67
Cat’s Wonder
Looking down on a battle
What can you do with a sneaky cat?
Observing a bird and a rat

They fight for a crumb with mouth and with feat 
But little do they know the cat wants to eat.
This is what happens in everyday life

Who could tell life is filled with pain and strife
As the bird and the mouse continue there fighting
They don't know that the cat will have two meals to be biting

The bird and the rat don't know what they’re struggling for
Their life or the crumb or that shadowy paw
That makes sure that both of  them wont be there to stay
Will the predator catch his prey?
An instant reflections from an oil painting.
Hush Hush...
the mushroom
an ascetic
gives no room
for the thoughts
to mushroom.
Shall we be quiet!
But to meditate together
alone
intensely
under it's
umbrella's shade,
Matsutake Soup
And Mushroom skew,
Hush Hush.  Together,
we reshaped and danced
after reformed flavours
Matsutake Soup is one of the unique vegetarian cuisines in China. It is a great experience when under a rainy and stormy day to have tea shaped soup
I.
Rains of TaiHu lake
Spillovers into Hangzhou
Dark clouds whisper of two cities
on earth's opposite sides
Eventually, people say
homesick birds look alike.
That explains why
she adores rain but not
Dynamic touches by mosquitoes.
Who could tell her the secret
when love attention from mosquito king?

II.
Why not just to kiss,
Tea in a kiss, a sweet kiss, an oooooolong kiss
Third steep to keep and keep,
Expensive swishy flower vase tea,
Delicate butterfly **** **** tea.”
Tea time, closing time,
A steep for the road
Sleep off the load
Tea night,
Tea girl cloud memories.
Rain, pain and strain
Mosquito pain,
Travel with Rain.
Against an exceptional long Rainy season, exploring Hangzhou under pain, rain and mosquitoes attacks.
I.
The gleaming moon shined light
Emits bright luminesce, Paul holding his breath.
Floats over the hills
Valleys and streams, shadow of doubts.
Count it, another star rises!
And falls burning.
He wonders about the lantern of faith,
hides an omen of a stormy night

II.
Of those star turbulences of tragedy
Of these days passed with no respite

He lifted the lantern, his soul withstood.
He pondered on a one-way path
Confused but never scared, Listen-
the mountains echoed

III.

A lantern luminates its own soul
and
you are my light, Paul mumbles,
Absorbing all sparkles, Look
over folk lore, they glow.
Glittery magic, under a mellow hill
He lifted the lantern, a full moon
the faith and fairies bestow

04/July/2020
A. Lantern lifer is a one who could share the light and extinct from the pain
Jul 2020 · 427
A Farewell Walk
These are burning clouds, silence reigns
Crowds with tranquil desires
Sky smells clove-pink of death.
Graveyard’s calling us.

She is the pony, a lone walker
Mystery lasts before dawn.
Sunlight was touching her neck hair
Moonlight wanted her to be its own,

Strolling in the wild orange meadow,
Walking on the grounds of heaven
Watching sunset on the line,
Wiggled a giant glass of wine

From the depth of lambent verdure
Whispered singing can be heard,
And these invisible stars of eternal life
Only shine at a paradise land.

Bing ban Bing boo, an eternal door opens to her,
Here is the happiness land, starry sky.
There hides a kiss, it’s the final kiss…
Bing ban Bing boo, time to her go back home,
Graveyard ‘s calling her,
And she rests in peace, an ancient stone
Sunset leads to anther sunrise, are we ready to a Farewell Walk
What are the best lunch options under
another heatwave day?

Look, where that little butterfly landed at?
A bow of crispy chips and half plate of salad

Whispers whispers,
Was she keep nagging:
‘Check, Check please
Why Mr. cheese was not with there at my salad ?

And if cucumbers and olives could talk and were given a face,

it would be butterfly companion in this fall from grace,
And let’s take a short lunch flight in the shadow corner,
avoiding the heat and light.
Summer heatwaves; fresh mind with salad lunch
May 2020 · 344
Mountain Adventures
Of  moving outside our comfort zones
Would you think to meet your echoes?
By hiding in the mountains there are choices:

To turn your back on what you have become,
A wander goat or a missionary bird?

To embrace the fear of knowing that you can go beyond,

To hold your breath, bring the mountain into routine being.

Don’t we all have our mountains to climb,
believe it or not
When we do, the view is amazing
by/Angel. XJ
May 2020 · 220
Choice or path
Hey, why can you hear and not see?
When the sun stopped by a locked window

If there was a choice in the way we could chant
To the way we strut on our feet.

If there were choices how we touch,
To beyond our dreams.

If there was a choice in the ways we meet,
And how we leave behind the people we greet.

She sees there is a choice in their actions,
intentionally, the way they react to 
over reactions.

There is a choice in the way we treat,
Important not to repeat in the 
Explosions which create disease and confusion

If there was a choice in how we raise our 
Voice,
To apologies and resent for the 
White noise that were not meant.

If there was a choice to be free,
To move away from ever going 
Tragedies.

We knew the choices where we can leave,
To create a life to breathe,
Out of moon, No shadows but shine.

As you knew her choice
Unreasonable demand, will
Not to be dictated forever by 
Demoralizing,
our secret happy path
By Angel.XJ / 24/05/2020;
Hong Kong protesters flee tear gas during rally against China's draft security law
May 2020 · 266
The unknown dictionary
Would you agree with witty words from a dictionary?
And do those confusions all depend on mind play?
Who could help us more correctly:
Definition or detonation?
Lust or Love?

Who will promise to find the differences?
When we dig ourselves into dictionaries
or thesauruses 
Defining our commonality,

Refining our uniqueness, However
the death is the dictionary of unknown words,
Cant’t anyone edit and omit it, to none,
It’s soliloquy.
By Angel.XJ 10/05/2020
May 2020 · 502
Boundary,unconsciousness
A short but intense melody
Catching up with the seen and unseen.

Boundary of day and night,
Where earth's surging spin
Inexorably melts 
Cascading aches and melancholy spills 


Thirsty planets open,
For the ****** of rockets and unfurling of roots.
Nature holds her breath
and decides to wait.
The bursting promise within
the boundary of mountains and water
Life hesitates 

Where serenity of silence rules over this deserted border.
Seen or unseen,the border of unconsciousness.
By/ Angel.XJ 10/05/2020
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