January 2012
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To Moliere (2012)
A powerful artist you are Molière! The way you command your words with tease and care Is like a steamy love affair That fires my mind with fiery flare! With stillness, I eye your artwork with active stare. While the world worships your insights on worldly human affairs. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moli%C3%A8re
Jan 27th
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Hong Kong Haiku (2012)
  (Note: 1st Haiku Written) “Can’t you see that the City buildings are like the Apps of a smartphone?”
Jan 19th
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The Song of Alms (2012)
Amid a bustling marketplace On the busy streets of Hong Kong, A horrid image, far from grace, Sought me like a terrible song Shoved into my exquisite ears. I saw… A desperate face of a crippled man With a crippled heart that sung a song that Asked for alms from those from a well-off clan. Non-stop he bows to the money-fat cats Who scurry the streets to meet their own needs. Deep are the hollow...
Jan 15th
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To the Mountain (2012)
Alone I stand on the edge of a cliff, gazing The child-crafts, on their dark azure abode, bowing To the ghastly, mighty Mountain trembling the sea. He yields the whirling winds through my body to breathe Life to me, revitalizing my young body. I sail, snail-like, to go stand on His wrinkled skin And absorb the thunderous Mountain exertin’ Command on me as I fumble on him crying, “Why, why do...
Jan 4th
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The Coat (2012)
                                  The warm cozy coat composed of undying loyalty And love absorbed on my skin like garments on royalty Is no longer there. Because she Ripped and stripped my royal stripes away from me. And robed the callous bastard with nothing but sin. So I stand outside in air that pokes and pierces my skin Alone.
Jan 4th
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Rose (2011)
It started out as a bud so small; Glancing at your gentle slow strides across the high school hall. Hands clamped came later as the small bud inflated. The flower eventually blossomed when we mated. But that dividing difference brittled the rose to nothing but dust.
Jan 4th
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Tomorrow (2011)
Tomorrow, They’ll be asking me “What’s the difference Between happiness and sadness?” Or be asking me “What the difference Between righteous and injustice?” Because Somewhere during those years Mechanical materials ascended And drugged them to lifelessness, With the art of words and creativity descended From the world.
Jan 4th
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