"architech" poems
Be my everything,
To guide and cherish me,
Be my lover,
To love me unconditionally.
Be my Architech,
Let's design the future together.
Be my teacher,
To teach me how to love.
Be my engineer,
To build our home.
Be my doctor,
To take care of me.
Be my accountant,
To audit my salary.
Be my bestfriend,
To advise me when I'm sad.
Be my clown,
To make me happy when I'm down.
Lastly, be my partner,
And stay with me forever.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
China tongue, yes dynasty of tongue
The taste of spicy or none
Welcome you home with eyes open round
Reminder of an oxidized hole of an accient coin
Looks original but didn't live long
Such accent of southerners
Occupied many streets in so called western cities
Representing an old fashioned society not sure if ever existed
A place all Chinese visitors must go
Looking forward to a city but it is just
A seat in a city
Cult of a culture
Architech out of an architecture
Everyone appreciated the precooked food
The fish was alive a week ago
Knowing he had to live till today
They even served tea
Tears of their parents
Who got nothing to eat
After survived sixty days in a small boat
Poor memories served
When they built this
China tongue
And now
A mainlander like me
Trying to take it down prior to
New year eve of the Young
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC