It was that winter cold of barren death type of night. Technically early morning, sometime between two and three. Alcohol pulsed through my blood as I stumbled along through the forest of buildings in the financial district, tall goliaths of business, asleep in there tomb like bodies. I made my way to a particularly dark alley to relieve myself. As my hot urine flowed out I startled as I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I almost wet myself. But then this was the least of my concerns when I saw movement in the other direction. On the lighter side I saw what looked like someone wearing a Chinese Lion head, and in the darkness of the alley on the other side I saw two glowing eyes. As the Lion head moved closer It seemed as though it were in fact real, and not someone in a costume at all. Steam came off it's nostrils as it stalked closer, black as night and wild eyes of an enlightened insanity not of this world.
The two eyes from deeper into the alley dissappeared as that lion leaped over and joined the other. I turned and found that the dead end wall I had seen earlier was gone. I tucked my stuff away without zipping up my pants and started springting into the darkness. I slipeed on ice and fell forward rapidly, sliding down then up and sideways faster and faster. The lions pursuing me began to vanish and I slid out of control until I only felt cold hard ice sliding and bumping against my body. I passed in and out of consciousness as I slid until I awoke on frozen snow, hard and unforgiving. I saw buildings that looked like housing projects thirty feet away and made my way towards them zipping up my fly finally as I walked.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Party
When a group is losing power they will have to send out the elderly, women, and children
to fight.
Children cannot hold office.
to fight.
Children cannot hold office.
Election Day
Chinatown Boston.
The Metropolitan building.
Green, Modern, forward,
Scattered in are old world looking buildings and alleyways.
A village, a town.
Russian spoken behind me,
Taishanese to the side and ahead
Yuppies speaking English.
Political people whispering political things with political faces,
Frogs fattened from kickbacks and corruption,
The yuppies are immune to their evil influence.
A shadow of a man exists the polls.
The puppeteer himself
From the days of White until now.
One ovote only for each person.
A vote.
A vote is all that is required.
A vote is all we give. For now.
A child across the streets screams out Obama.
Smiles and walks on as his mother looks on in confusion.
The elderly vote, the young vote,
those who cannot speak English vote,
This one everyone wants to be part of.
A vote is all that is required.
A vote is all we give.
The Metropolitan building.
Green, Modern, forward,
Scattered in are old world looking buildings and alleyways.
A village, a town.
Russian spoken behind me,
Taishanese to the side and ahead
Yuppies speaking English.
Political people whispering political things with political faces,
Frogs fattened from kickbacks and corruption,
The yuppies are immune to their evil influence.
A shadow of a man exists the polls.
The puppeteer himself
From the days of White until now.
One ovote only for each person.
A vote.
A vote is all that is required.
A vote is all we give. For now.
A child across the streets screams out Obama.
Smiles and walks on as his mother looks on in confusion.
The elderly vote, the young vote,
those who cannot speak English vote,
This one everyone wants to be part of.
A vote is all that is required.
A vote is all we give.
Friday, October 31, 2008
The Murderous hand of Adam
The arm, sword in hand moved deep into the woods.
Child of a demons blood whom it had helped to kill,
and the of Adam whom the demon parent had desired to swallow.
It travelled deeper into the wood.
It came upon travelers and slew them,
being connected to no heart or conscious it simply acted.
The sword became more rusted and old,
but the arm became more powerful still and continued to kill,
not having any other action to justify its own existence.
And with each drop of blood spilled it gained more of a conscience
a soul of its own, made from the many souls it had taken.
Centuries went by and it came upon villages battling with them killing and being fended off by its warriors,
It was a powerful arm, a supernatural arm,
but it was but a single arm still.
The sword rusted and withered to nothing and the
arm dropped it and knew not what to do with itslef but to carry on wandering until it
came to a lake where the sat a beautiful young girl playing a dulicimer
inhaling a smoky incense of potent dreams.
The music was so sweet that indeed the arm, without ears could feel it,
indeed hear and taste its sweetness,
It came nearer to grab onto the notes, to grasp them but found that it could not.
The Maiden, unafraid sang sweetly to it and drew it near,
bringing it into her.
High on dreams, she was unafraid, and numbed to its vicousness
and numbed already to the ways of the world, and she gave it a new task
besides violence, which came less naturally to it,
but for which it found itslef capable through practice.
And she sang more beautiful still in ecstacy.
The notes moved the arm to jealousy for it could only act and had noit learned as much to feel
and could not grasp her pleasure.
It reached out to stranle her to own her voice.
A powerful arm, it took her soul by the lake.
But though she died, she soon came to life again,
the souls of the many victims of the arm returning her soul to her body, travelling on the
potent incense smoke of her drugs.
Voiceless, she took the hand and her dulcimer and with renewed power over came the arm,
gaining its power and flew over the land to an ivory tower where she imprisoned it.
A strange love and hatred she had for it, not destroying and visiting it in the moonlight.
The hand gained powers through her enchanting song and drugs and gained the power to wax and wane by the month as the moon does. , indeed being with her as a full man in body, though not in consciousness at full moon,
and being but a withered and powerful murdering strangler in darkness.
Strangling her every month, loving her every month.
The Maiden would not let it escape but it would scratch out in its own blood and sometimes the excess blodd of the maiden words and poems on the wall.
And it wrote out murderous and loving stories that flew down from the tower on the potent smoke and covered the land in adventures and living. Such were re created the many villages it had destroyed once again, as men and women, and gingerbread men, and creatures and things of its own imagination.
And the women would revel in them and travel around to protect and defeat the creations of her lover, hating and loving them as some were beautiful and terrible, on oer the other, and both.
Child of a demons blood whom it had helped to kill,
and the of Adam whom the demon parent had desired to swallow.
It travelled deeper into the wood.
It came upon travelers and slew them,
being connected to no heart or conscious it simply acted.
The sword became more rusted and old,
but the arm became more powerful still and continued to kill,
not having any other action to justify its own existence.
And with each drop of blood spilled it gained more of a conscience
a soul of its own, made from the many souls it had taken.
Centuries went by and it came upon villages battling with them killing and being fended off by its warriors,
It was a powerful arm, a supernatural arm,
but it was but a single arm still.
The sword rusted and withered to nothing and the
arm dropped it and knew not what to do with itslef but to carry on wandering until it
came to a lake where the sat a beautiful young girl playing a dulicimer
inhaling a smoky incense of potent dreams.
The music was so sweet that indeed the arm, without ears could feel it,
indeed hear and taste its sweetness,
It came nearer to grab onto the notes, to grasp them but found that it could not.
The Maiden, unafraid sang sweetly to it and drew it near,
bringing it into her.
High on dreams, she was unafraid, and numbed to its vicousness
and numbed already to the ways of the world, and she gave it a new task
besides violence, which came less naturally to it,
but for which it found itslef capable through practice.
And she sang more beautiful still in ecstacy.
The notes moved the arm to jealousy for it could only act and had noit learned as much to feel
and could not grasp her pleasure.
It reached out to stranle her to own her voice.
A powerful arm, it took her soul by the lake.
But though she died, she soon came to life again,
the souls of the many victims of the arm returning her soul to her body, travelling on the
potent incense smoke of her drugs.
Voiceless, she took the hand and her dulcimer and with renewed power over came the arm,
gaining its power and flew over the land to an ivory tower where she imprisoned it.
A strange love and hatred she had for it, not destroying and visiting it in the moonlight.
The hand gained powers through her enchanting song and drugs and gained the power to wax and wane by the month as the moon does. , indeed being with her as a full man in body, though not in consciousness at full moon,
and being but a withered and powerful murdering strangler in darkness.
Strangling her every month, loving her every month.
The Maiden would not let it escape but it would scratch out in its own blood and sometimes the excess blodd of the maiden words and poems on the wall.
And it wrote out murderous and loving stories that flew down from the tower on the potent smoke and covered the land in adventures and living. Such were re created the many villages it had destroyed once again, as men and women, and gingerbread men, and creatures and things of its own imagination.
And the women would revel in them and travel around to protect and defeat the creations of her lover, hating and loving them as some were beautiful and terrible, on oer the other, and both.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Seeking Adam's arm.
The children stole a dragon boat and travelled through lakes rivers and oceans, feeding from the raw fish from the sea. They were helped by the lions and the live dragon boat.
In fact they fed on many a powerful fish and immortal turtle and gained much wisdom and powers themselves.
They had not forgotten of Sifu Adam's arm, their purpose in being in this land,
but they knew not how to go about this quest, where to start, what to do. They simply continued through the ocean, growing wiser, but not older, due to the immortal creatures which they fed upon and which they allowed their pets to feed upon.
They gained the knolwedge of flying through the air and water, and were able to increase the size of their live dragon boat through magic, technology, and ingenuity.
Soon they glide through the ocean on a dragon ship that could cloud itself in steam through fire and dive under storms.
The children had many adventures in an immortal childhood.
They fought many battles with ginger bread men, against them and for them, battling against and for demons.
Eventually they wished for some completion of their quest. They projected themselves into the other world and constructed an arm out of seaweed and the flesh of the immortal creatures they fed upon and found themselves back in the world they had come from presenting this arm, a creation of there's to their sifu.
The real world was as a dream and they understood it not and became as children again.
Unclear of what ther journey's purpose was.
Nevertheless, they returned to their Dragon ship from time to time in their thoughts and dreams.
In fact they fed on many a powerful fish and immortal turtle and gained much wisdom and powers themselves.
They had not forgotten of Sifu Adam's arm, their purpose in being in this land,
but they knew not how to go about this quest, where to start, what to do. They simply continued through the ocean, growing wiser, but not older, due to the immortal creatures which they fed upon and which they allowed their pets to feed upon.
They gained the knolwedge of flying through the air and water, and were able to increase the size of their live dragon boat through magic, technology, and ingenuity.
Soon they glide through the ocean on a dragon ship that could cloud itself in steam through fire and dive under storms.
The children had many adventures in an immortal childhood.
They fought many battles with ginger bread men, against them and for them, battling against and for demons.
Eventually they wished for some completion of their quest. They projected themselves into the other world and constructed an arm out of seaweed and the flesh of the immortal creatures they fed upon and found themselves back in the world they had come from presenting this arm, a creation of there's to their sifu.
The real world was as a dream and they understood it not and became as children again.
Unclear of what ther journey's purpose was.
Nevertheless, they returned to their Dragon ship from time to time in their thoughts and dreams.
Gung
Take back what laziness
has taken from you.
Own your body
Own your mind
And give them up
Surrending to your own will
Water in the waves of the universal will.
has taken from you.
Own your body
Own your mind
And give them up
Surrending to your own will
Water in the waves of the universal will.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Art
I read and look and more and more art.
I become confused by others prose, by what I should create
based on their success.
So I have become artless. I have become wanting of my own creation.
I wish to hide in a cave and discover myself through my art.
To record.
To reciord my insanity,
and emerge again into this world with my passport of insanity, my stone tablets,
my book for success.
Even if it is only read by a few.
I become confused by others prose, by what I should create
based on their success.
So I have become artless. I have become wanting of my own creation.
I wish to hide in a cave and discover myself through my art.
To record.
To reciord my insanity,
and emerge again into this world with my passport of insanity, my stone tablets,
my book for success.
Even if it is only read by a few.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Catch a Tiger by the Tail
The boy followed the wounded Black Tiger into the other realm. The Black Tiger demon attempted to shift shape again but was badly injured. The living arm cut its way out of the Tiger bringing it to within a centimeter of death, at which point the boy in one crushing blow from the crystal brought downn on its nose, ended its wretched life. The crystal shattered into shards, one large enough to use as a knife. Others mixed with the blood of the Tiger Demon became alive and seeped into the ground or flew into the air or dissappeared into a nearby stream.
-The boy, unsure of the Tiger's death continued to cut into it, and its blood mixed with his as well. The boy gained strange knowledge and strength from this and realized too that the demon had been slain.
He sat back , breathless, and saw the fierce arm that held one of the swords that had been mounted on the Tiger fork. It made as if to cut the boy. The boy raised his crystal shard in defense and the arm did not approach, but hung there in the air. It then dissappeared into the woods.
After what seemed like a very long time, the boy collected his senses. He removed the skin of the Tiger Demon and wore it. The rest of the body seeped into the ground taking the Tiger fork, the other sword and the two daggers with it. It was now getting dark.
The boy then bathed himslef in the river, Tiger skin and all.
He emerged in the moonlight as a man, the Tiger skin appeared as a well made dark cloak over his clothes. The shard of crystal was a short single edged sword he wore at his side.
He had gained even more knowledge and experience from the river the moonlight and the Black Tiger Demon blood that now ran through his young veins.
-The boy, unsure of the Tiger's death continued to cut into it, and its blood mixed with his as well. The boy gained strange knowledge and strength from this and realized too that the demon had been slain.
He sat back , breathless, and saw the fierce arm that held one of the swords that had been mounted on the Tiger fork. It made as if to cut the boy. The boy raised his crystal shard in defense and the arm did not approach, but hung there in the air. It then dissappeared into the woods.
After what seemed like a very long time, the boy collected his senses. He removed the skin of the Tiger Demon and wore it. The rest of the body seeped into the ground taking the Tiger fork, the other sword and the two daggers with it. It was now getting dark.
The boy then bathed himslef in the river, Tiger skin and all.
He emerged in the moonlight as a man, the Tiger skin appeared as a well made dark cloak over his clothes. The shard of crystal was a short single edged sword he wore at his side.
He had gained even more knowledge and experience from the river the moonlight and the Black Tiger Demon blood that now ran through his young veins.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Invisible Tiger idea revisited
Long Ago…
Every Year there was a terrible demon.
Who took human souls and ate people’s hearts,
Who devoured whole villages leaving no hope,
Who would come to save us all?
{Long Ago horned lion and shaman
Descended from heaven to battle the demon.
A sight which burned into the eyes of the people.
Who stood up to the Year to save themselves.}
“Everybody in position!” yelled Win, young leader of the lion team. Giant Incense Sticks were lit in memory of ancestors, great heroes, and local spirits. Gong and cymbal players scrambled into position. Win picked up his drum sticks and raised them as August and Moon fanned down the horned lions who were become excited in the commotion.
The two siblings brother August Eighth and sister Maykeli Moon along with leader Win were among the few who could get along with the Lions. Most people found it hard to even look at them directly. They almost seemed to refract looks, as their image seemed ever changing and unstable. Their colors seemed to change as well as their length. They were about the size of horses had heads of lions, sort of, and a single horn on their heads. Their snake like body varied even within the same glance of the same lion. They were terrifyingly present and yet terrifyingly not quite there. These Lions were still quite young and could not yet fly. In fact they were quite difficult to control. Moon and August could calm them somewhat with their fans. But it was Win’s drumming that could lull them into sleep or awaken them to fight, coax them to the left or to the right, depending on how he played.
Every Year there was a terrible demon.
Who took human souls and ate people’s hearts,
Who devoured whole villages leaving no hope,
Who would come to save us all?
{Long Ago horned lion and shaman
Descended from heaven to battle the demon.
A sight which burned into the eyes of the people.
Who stood up to the Year to save themselves.}
“Everybody in position!” yelled Win, young leader of the lion team. Giant Incense Sticks were lit in memory of ancestors, great heroes, and local spirits. Gong and cymbal players scrambled into position. Win picked up his drum sticks and raised them as August and Moon fanned down the horned lions who were become excited in the commotion.
The two siblings brother August Eighth and sister Maykeli Moon along with leader Win were among the few who could get along with the Lions. Most people found it hard to even look at them directly. They almost seemed to refract looks, as their image seemed ever changing and unstable. Their colors seemed to change as well as their length. They were about the size of horses had heads of lions, sort of, and a single horn on their heads. Their snake like body varied even within the same glance of the same lion. They were terrifyingly present and yet terrifyingly not quite there. These Lions were still quite young and could not yet fly. In fact they were quite difficult to control. Moon and August could calm them somewhat with their fans. But it was Win’s drumming that could lull them into sleep or awaken them to fight, coax them to the left or to the right, depending on how he played.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Invisible Tiger Demon
"Alright, listen up." said Sifu Adam. A young Sifu of young Children at the Woo Ching White Crane Moh Goon Clinic. "Everyone change into your uniforms now. We need to leave in about an hour, but we have to do a lion dance for our school first before we leave. So we need to be ready to do that now." Sifu Adam was wearing his uniform already. In his hand he held a Tiger fork, and was mounting two swords on it, daggers, and a red flower as was done for the traditional lion dance.
Sifu of Young Children was running the show today.
Among the adults that day were
Uncle Tony of Electricity and Stories
General Ching Hou Gum McCarthy (Ching Golden Mouth McCarthy) of the Gong and flooring
Today there were not that many Sifus, in fact there were not that many students. They were very short handed.
The children changed into uniforms and were getting ready in their places.
Lion Heads
Dennis and Kelly to the second Lion head.
August and Mark Wu to the first lion head.
Crying and whining rang in the room. "I don't want to be head, I don't want to be tail. I don't know what I'm Doing!"
"Kids, we are short handed. Follow along and do what you can. Stop giving me...you know what"
"Compost." Said Dennis.
"Dung" Said August.
"Shhhh-" said Mark Wu
"Right, Compost." Continued Sifu of young Children. "Now enough of all this compost and do what you are supposed to do. "
"Instruments get to your places!" commanded Sifu of young Children,
"Win in the Center as Drum,
General and Uncle Tony on the left for the Gong,
Sup Yut, Play Cymbals."
"Everyone quietly to their places while I light the incense.
Kelly help me Close the door first."
Kelly was the nine year old sister to ten year old brother August and only girl in the group.
She sometimes had a temper, and once started a fight insisting she was August's older brother and therefore outranked him.
Around age 12 were Mark Wu, Dennis, Sup Yut, and Win. Win was suposedly captain of the team. Though he was a clown most of the time. He had lion danced since he was three.
Sifu of Young Children leaned the school's Tiger fork against the wall and reached for the incense. He found that strangely, it was not the incense they normally used. The Guan Yin brand incense was nowhere to be found. This other incense glimmered and felt to almost vibrate in his hand. Perhaps it was just him.
Incense is incense, after all and they had to get going.
He lit this incense, but before he could bow, it had all burned into smoke immediately.
Strange. He looked around.
Suddenly Dennis cried out and clutched his chest as he flew into the mirror, shatterring it. Kelly ran to his side. The room was filled with panic.
Sifu of Young children took handfulls of fallen ashes from burnt incense that had not been cleaned from the floor and threw it scattering around the room. Finally it hit its mark, revealing a something where there had appeared to be nothing; A Tiger Demon, standing as a man in the center of the room.
The Tiger Demon opened his mouth to speak but Sifu of young Children thrust the Tiger Fork into his mouth. It cut the back of the Tiger Demon's throat, but the Tiger demon suddenly shifted shape, increasing in size looking as the front part of a tiger but having a back that fanned out like a Cobra. It snapped its head and took the Tiger fork along with Sifu of young children's left arm into its jaws.
Sifu of young children was knocked back and fell into a deep meditation to try and slow his bleeding.
His left arm had sprung to life on its own when it came into contact with the Tiger demon's blood. It grabbed one of the swords and began cutting the Tiger Demon from the inside. The Tiger demon tried to shift shape again but was still being wounded. It reared back to snap again to kill the Sifu of young children when a horned Lion like the Lion heads used in the lion dance appeared in the room as well and one rammed his horn into side of the Tiger Demons neck.
Mark Wu picked up the Crystal that lay on the window sill and began beating the demon's head with it as Win tried burning it with the lighter for lighting incense. The children did not know it but the demon was terrified of crystal and the Tiger fork. These two things weakened him to the point where Wins fire began to show the demon's true nature, and he began burning like paper at his edges. He shifted shape again to extiguish himself and tried to flee.
But Mark Wu, Crystal in hand, grapped its tail and followed. A monk in robes holding a fan of leaves appeared and sat on the horned Lion. He waved his fan over Sifu of young children and Dennis and their wounds were healed. Though Adam was still minus one arm. Sifu Adam continued to meditate. Uncle Tony and General Ching sat next to him and began to meditate as well.
Time seemed to stand still. Everyone wondered where Mark had gone.
Sup Yut vomitted in anxiety. Dennis withdrew into himself.
"What are we gonna do about Adam's arm?" said August.
"You all will go and deal with the situation." As the monk spoke everyone realized the voice was quite feminine then suddenly masculine. It was old and then suddenly young. The monk floated into the air and one face appeared to be myriad faces looking in all directions reflecting all forms as well as seeing all forms. Under the robes, the body seemed to be still and in action at once.
The children saw beauty as well as terrible ugliness. It seemed to be too much to take and everyone quickly lowered there faces to the ground, daring not to look at the figure too closely. Indeed, everyone thought that if they looked again that they may lose there life.
"Hah" said the figure and the image focused into one young and beautiful woman but not too beautifulGrey eyes focused black and armor focused into flowing robes changing as the colors of the sky at dawn. Her black hair hung about her wildly and yet beautifully.
She waved her fan over the lion heads bringing them to life.
There was a head of many colors and a head of red and black. Both were the size of large wolves.
"Now go!" Her voice boomed. They turned around and saw a portal forming in the incense smoke. A doorway, now a gate, floating in space, the other side opening out onto a lake.
The woman leaned against her lion who lay down on the Moh Goon floor.
"I'll watch your school for you and make sure that Time doesn't teal anything."
With that August, Kelly, and Win passed through the portal. They were not quite sure what their goals were, nor were they sure what force they had. Somehow they were supposed to fix a situation which they didn't quite understand.
Meanwhile Mark Wu followed the invisible Tiger to another world and another time.
Sifu of Young Children was running the show today.
Among the adults that day were
Uncle Tony of Electricity and Stories
General Ching Hou Gum McCarthy (Ching Golden Mouth McCarthy) of the Gong and flooring
Today there were not that many Sifus, in fact there were not that many students. They were very short handed.
The children changed into uniforms and were getting ready in their places.
Lion Heads
Dennis and Kelly to the second Lion head.
August and Mark Wu to the first lion head.
Crying and whining rang in the room. "I don't want to be head, I don't want to be tail. I don't know what I'm Doing!"
"Kids, we are short handed. Follow along and do what you can. Stop giving me...you know what"
"Compost." Said Dennis.
"Dung" Said August.
"Shhhh-" said Mark Wu
"Right, Compost." Continued Sifu of young Children. "Now enough of all this compost and do what you are supposed to do. "
"Instruments get to your places!" commanded Sifu of young Children,
"Win in the Center as Drum,
General and Uncle Tony on the left for the Gong,
Sup Yut, Play Cymbals."
"Everyone quietly to their places while I light the incense.
Kelly help me Close the door first."
Kelly was the nine year old sister to ten year old brother August and only girl in the group.
She sometimes had a temper, and once started a fight insisting she was August's older brother and therefore outranked him.
Around age 12 were Mark Wu, Dennis, Sup Yut, and Win. Win was suposedly captain of the team. Though he was a clown most of the time. He had lion danced since he was three.
Sifu of Young Children leaned the school's Tiger fork against the wall and reached for the incense. He found that strangely, it was not the incense they normally used. The Guan Yin brand incense was nowhere to be found. This other incense glimmered and felt to almost vibrate in his hand. Perhaps it was just him.
Incense is incense, after all and they had to get going.
He lit this incense, but before he could bow, it had all burned into smoke immediately.
Strange. He looked around.
Suddenly Dennis cried out and clutched his chest as he flew into the mirror, shatterring it. Kelly ran to his side. The room was filled with panic.
Sifu of Young children took handfulls of fallen ashes from burnt incense that had not been cleaned from the floor and threw it scattering around the room. Finally it hit its mark, revealing a something where there had appeared to be nothing; A Tiger Demon, standing as a man in the center of the room.
The Tiger Demon opened his mouth to speak but Sifu of young Children thrust the Tiger Fork into his mouth. It cut the back of the Tiger Demon's throat, but the Tiger demon suddenly shifted shape, increasing in size looking as the front part of a tiger but having a back that fanned out like a Cobra. It snapped its head and took the Tiger fork along with Sifu of young children's left arm into its jaws.
Sifu of young children was knocked back and fell into a deep meditation to try and slow his bleeding.
His left arm had sprung to life on its own when it came into contact with the Tiger demon's blood. It grabbed one of the swords and began cutting the Tiger Demon from the inside. The Tiger demon tried to shift shape again but was still being wounded. It reared back to snap again to kill the Sifu of young children when a horned Lion like the Lion heads used in the lion dance appeared in the room as well and one rammed his horn into side of the Tiger Demons neck.
Mark Wu picked up the Crystal that lay on the window sill and began beating the demon's head with it as Win tried burning it with the lighter for lighting incense. The children did not know it but the demon was terrified of crystal and the Tiger fork. These two things weakened him to the point where Wins fire began to show the demon's true nature, and he began burning like paper at his edges. He shifted shape again to extiguish himself and tried to flee.
But Mark Wu, Crystal in hand, grapped its tail and followed. A monk in robes holding a fan of leaves appeared and sat on the horned Lion. He waved his fan over Sifu of young children and Dennis and their wounds were healed. Though Adam was still minus one arm. Sifu Adam continued to meditate. Uncle Tony and General Ching sat next to him and began to meditate as well.
Time seemed to stand still. Everyone wondered where Mark had gone.
Sup Yut vomitted in anxiety. Dennis withdrew into himself.
"What are we gonna do about Adam's arm?" said August.
"You all will go and deal with the situation." As the monk spoke everyone realized the voice was quite feminine then suddenly masculine. It was old and then suddenly young. The monk floated into the air and one face appeared to be myriad faces looking in all directions reflecting all forms as well as seeing all forms. Under the robes, the body seemed to be still and in action at once.
The children saw beauty as well as terrible ugliness. It seemed to be too much to take and everyone quickly lowered there faces to the ground, daring not to look at the figure too closely. Indeed, everyone thought that if they looked again that they may lose there life.
"Hah" said the figure and the image focused into one young and beautiful woman but not too beautifulGrey eyes focused black and armor focused into flowing robes changing as the colors of the sky at dawn. Her black hair hung about her wildly and yet beautifully.
She waved her fan over the lion heads bringing them to life.
There was a head of many colors and a head of red and black. Both were the size of large wolves.
"Now go!" Her voice boomed. They turned around and saw a portal forming in the incense smoke. A doorway, now a gate, floating in space, the other side opening out onto a lake.
The woman leaned against her lion who lay down on the Moh Goon floor.
"I'll watch your school for you and make sure that Time doesn't teal anything."
With that August, Kelly, and Win passed through the portal. They were not quite sure what their goals were, nor were they sure what force they had. Somehow they were supposed to fix a situation which they didn't quite understand.
Meanwhile Mark Wu followed the invisible Tiger to another world and another time.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Land and People
Characters
Sitou (Lion heads)
Qilin
Long (Dragons)
Witches
-Spider demons
-Fox demons
-Crow demons
Lawyers
Palin
Bush
Obama
McCain
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Long (Dragons)
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Writings in Horse Stance
Effort.
Am I too lazy to put forth the effort?
To have hard bones about success?
I enjoy practising as opposed to studying, but I have not put forth the effort
to become something amazing. This should be able to happen with in a couple of years if I put my mind to it. Why can't I do it?
It is not that I do not have the time to practice. WHy don't I stay in horse stance all day long as I am now?
Of course I would constantly be sweating.
And work would be harder since brain function is inhibited by this stance if you are not used to it.
Yes I am having trouble typing.
I need to take a chunk of my life and truly focus on Kung Fu.
But this is not something easy.
It doesn't leave room for other things mentally.
Am I too lazy to put forth the effort?
To have hard bones about success?
I enjoy practising as opposed to studying, but I have not put forth the effort
to become something amazing. This should be able to happen with in a couple of years if I put my mind to it. Why can't I do it?
It is not that I do not have the time to practice. WHy don't I stay in horse stance all day long as I am now?
Of course I would constantly be sweating.
And work would be harder since brain function is inhibited by this stance if you are not used to it.
Yes I am having trouble typing.
I need to take a chunk of my life and truly focus on Kung Fu.
But this is not something easy.
It doesn't leave room for other things mentally.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Unsent Reply
I know. So why don't we just wait to see how you feel this weekend, or whenever it is that you have time.
Technically Groton is one of these "Special things", But probably you don't see it that way.
So was the Lake house retreat (your thing which you dis-invited me too).
So was any lion dance I invite you to.
So is dinner, when either of us cooks. Neither of those situations have ever really ended pleasantly either.
You don't see it that way, but I do.
That was one of the reasons why I only thought this relationship would work when you mentioned you would want to do Kung Fu. Not that you would be willing to, that you wanted to.
That we could watch lion dance vids together, etc.
But I am getting sidetracked.
You said you'll go to this Groton event, but do you want to? To look at paintings together, like a date.
If it is a favor, then forget it because you will be tired and feel unappreciated at the end of it.
I need to know sooner rather than later because it affects my plans for getting to the performance and what I will perform. I have to begin performing at 7:00pm. The school is about an hour or so away, with rush hour traffic it can take longer. Come to think of it, let's just make it like this. I'm going to go by myself. I can give you the address of the school if you want to meet me there. That way you don't have a responsibility to go. But you are still more than welcome to.
The only time things have worked are when we happen to be hanging out and then we go to this place or that place (led by you, and not following my lead) This happened in the beginning and last week. (despite what you say about this week being bad.) You do your thing and I follow. Then eventually you say you want me to call shots or something. I call them, things will go well. But then you will get upset about something. Pick anything, and then I have to go to what you want to do, but you don't know.
You will be busy every day this week. That's life.
You will be busy studying on the weekend. That is also life.
If one of the two mornings or nights of the weekend you want to go out, or want me to come over to hang out, then call me up and we can hang out.
Technically Groton is one of these "Special things", But probably you don't see it that way.
So was the Lake house retreat (your thing which you dis-invited me too).
So was any lion dance I invite you to.
So is dinner, when either of us cooks. Neither of those situations have ever really ended pleasantly either.
You don't see it that way, but I do.
That was one of the reasons why I only thought this relationship would work when you mentioned you would want to do Kung Fu. Not that you would be willing to, that you wanted to.
That we could watch lion dance vids together, etc.
But I am getting sidetracked.
You said you'll go to this Groton event, but do you want to? To look at paintings together, like a date.
If it is a favor, then forget it because you will be tired and feel unappreciated at the end of it.
I need to know sooner rather than later because it affects my plans for getting to the performance and what I will perform. I have to begin performing at 7:00pm. The school is about an hour or so away, with rush hour traffic it can take longer. Come to think of it, let's just make it like this. I'm going to go by myself. I can give you the address of the school if you want to meet me there. That way you don't have a responsibility to go. But you are still more than welcome to.
The only time things have worked are when we happen to be hanging out and then we go to this place or that place (led by you, and not following my lead) This happened in the beginning and last week. (despite what you say about this week being bad.) You do your thing and I follow. Then eventually you say you want me to call shots or something. I call them, things will go well. But then you will get upset about something. Pick anything, and then I have to go to what you want to do, but you don't know.
You will be busy every day this week. That's life.
You will be busy studying on the weekend. That is also life.
If one of the two mornings or nights of the weekend you want to go out, or want me to come over to hang out, then call me up and we can hang out.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Lands of the Subconscious
Chapter 1. Lands of the Subconscious
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
The lion, if you could call it a lion, extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion head into the water up to his shoulders. The heat eased away from his neck. He sucked in water and lifted his head spurting clouds of mist in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced, trotting along the waters once more.
He shook himself dry and paused a moment, staring at his reflection. His many colored body shown bright, glimmering and changing, dancing over his body. A mirror like talisman on his head shot its own light forth, above it his majestic horn curved forward.
Suddenly motion in the distance, a hint of noise, his head jerks up to see many horned lions running, flying over the water and past him, up into the air to descend beyond into a valley in the distance. The lion followed in flight.
Closer and closer into an abyss of a valley. His energy began to cave in on itself, as if becoming weaker but more real in a sense. He flew into darkness, and he realzied there was another like him, in the heard, mirroring him. A shadow version of himself. But no it was of its own origin. It seemed young and yet older than the entire heard at the same time. They danced around each other and were suddenly completely absorbed into darkness.
Chapter 2. Win.
-Win was a very carefree child with a loving mother. A love that oozed right out of the baby pictures. He pranced into the Kung Fu school in yellow sweats and a striped shirt with the Golden Arches on it. I would find out later that his mother did indeed work at McDonalds.
Win would say, "My mom, when she works the cash register and she just says whatever she says and those white people don't understand what she's saying but she just don't care!"
But this was before that. Befor he even spoke English. He pranced into the school and sat down next to me and proceeded to make blow rasberries into his arm. First quietly, and then louder. He then grabbed my arm and signalled me to do the same. When I feigned ignorance he grabbed my arm and proceeded to blow rasberries into my arm.
-Win followed us to every lion dance his grandfather went to, observing the head, observing the drumming, causing trouble, swearing in Chinese. He talked with the American patients and then ask us what the hell it was they were saying. Eventually English became his first language, and Drumming and Lion Dance became more a part of him than they were a part of Chinese culture.
-His first time out on New Years he stripped down to a T-shirt in sub zero temperatures. Part of my toe staued white for months after that day. But he wasn't cold at all, doing lion dance the whole day. His mother took his coat over to him but he shook his head in big motions and continued to do lion dance.
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
The lion, if you could call it a lion, extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion head into the water up to his shoulders. The heat eased away from his neck. He sucked in water and lifted his head spurting clouds of mist in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced, trotting along the waters once more.
He shook himself dry and paused a moment, staring at his reflection. His many colored body shown bright, glimmering and changing, dancing over his body. A mirror like talisman on his head shot its own light forth, above it his majestic horn curved forward.
Suddenly motion in the distance, a hint of noise, his head jerks up to see many horned lions running, flying over the water and past him, up into the air to descend beyond into a valley in the distance. The lion followed in flight.
Closer and closer into an abyss of a valley. His energy began to cave in on itself, as if becoming weaker but more real in a sense. He flew into darkness, and he realzied there was another like him, in the heard, mirroring him. A shadow version of himself. But no it was of its own origin. It seemed young and yet older than the entire heard at the same time. They danced around each other and were suddenly completely absorbed into darkness.
Chapter 2. Win.
-Win was a very carefree child with a loving mother. A love that oozed right out of the baby pictures. He pranced into the Kung Fu school in yellow sweats and a striped shirt with the Golden Arches on it. I would find out later that his mother did indeed work at McDonalds.
Win would say, "My mom, when she works the cash register and she just says whatever she says and those white people don't understand what she's saying but she just don't care!"
But this was before that. Befor he even spoke English. He pranced into the school and sat down next to me and proceeded to make blow rasberries into his arm. First quietly, and then louder. He then grabbed my arm and signalled me to do the same. When I feigned ignorance he grabbed my arm and proceeded to blow rasberries into my arm.
-Win followed us to every lion dance his grandfather went to, observing the head, observing the drumming, causing trouble, swearing in Chinese. He talked with the American patients and then ask us what the hell it was they were saying. Eventually English became his first language, and Drumming and Lion Dance became more a part of him than they were a part of Chinese culture.
-His first time out on New Years he stripped down to a T-shirt in sub zero temperatures. Part of my toe staued white for months after that day. But he wasn't cold at all, doing lion dance the whole day. His mother took his coat over to him but he shook his head in big motions and continued to do lion dance.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Si
Lands of the Subconscious
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
Si extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion like head into the water up to his shoulders soaking his horn which steamed and then cooled. He sucked in water and lifted his head. He spurt the water in clouds in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced walking on the water again, shook himself dry.
A powerful blooming spring filled the air, palpitated through the ground and bubbled through the waters. Qilin’s frolicked over the mountainous ripples in the fresh water ocean. Sunlight pouring out of the water glittering gold, the light emanating in waves and pulses from the living environment as it pleased, from where it pleased. Shade and shadow moving through at will, following no boundaries or direction. Chaotic movement ebbs and flows in moments with thunderous silence.
Oceans of Dragon Rivers cut through the air past dragon flowing mountains, cutting and dipping through a sea of night and day. The world blurred, focused and settled. Settle. And now a subtle blooming power. A sweet and calming stillness of a spring is what we see. We see what is seeable to us.
Si extended his paws on the water. The slowly sunk in at first but then he hovered them above as the Qilin’s do and stepped out on the water’s surface gliding along stepping as a Qilin and then stopping, bending to drink. The water made the spirit glow a stronger glow. Si dipped his lion like head into the water up to his shoulders soaking his horn which steamed and then cooled. He sucked in water and lifted his head. He spurt the water in clouds in all directions. Rainstorms showered down in golden sunlight. Flowers bloomed and rainbows formed. He submerged himself and then resurfaced walking on the water again, shook himself dry.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Pie and tea
Crumb cake blue berry pie and Sweet Chrysanthemum tea
Drunk with last night’s lustful eyes and sweet soft cries.
On western antique couches autumn sunlight falls gently
Immortal loves without care or work, into gold light we rise.
Drunk with last night’s lustful eyes and sweet soft cries.
On western antique couches autumn sunlight falls gently
Immortal loves without care or work, into gold light we rise.
Friday, August 8, 2008
China and the Olympics
We walk over to the edge of the park in the center of the town where the giant golden ball rises up on a pole. Not quite as down wind from the denim textile factory as the rest of the park. This town has less factories than other towns, so the economy sucks, but the air is good. All the money here is money sent back from the U.S.
The park was designed by Uncle Ning. The government never did actually pay Uncle Ning, one of the many reasons why he would gladly go to the United States to be a busboy instead of trying to pursue a career as an architect in China. What does an education give you in China if the government doesn’t pay you for a job you did? But obviously some people make it big here. Must be who you know.
“We have a seat. Me, brother Chiu or big cannon Chiu (a nickname his grandfather acquired for telling stories which got passed down, and Bull. Bull starts lecturing me on China. He’s in his forties.
“There’s plenty of stuff to do here in China now. I know all the tourist places, all the fun stuff to do. You want women I know where to bring you, beaches, sights everything. This is what I do for a living. But the question is you don’t have enough time. Next time I can show you around Guangzhou once you get off the plane.
I told you about that brothel over in Toi Sing, they call it the White House. I know all the sights, everything. Plenty of stuff to play in China now. Not like before.”
He pauses picking up a plastic bottle.
“Before, only twenty years ago, something like this, we would keep it. When people came back from the U.S. they would have to bring stuff with them. And even garbage like this, we would save it. Oh wow!” he says in mock surprise looking at the bottle, “it hold water but you drop it and it doesn’t break! So valuable! Why? Because before there was none of this here. Now who would be so stupid to save this trash?” he tosses the bottle.
“Now its changed. People come here to buy things and bring them back to the U.S. Why? Because it’s cheaper here. Because it’s made here.”
“You know the a lot of the old Wah Kew, the old guys in the states that went over when they were young, they don’t know. At first they don’t want to come back to the home town. Come back for what? There’s no place to go to the bathroom, they think. They don’t realize China’s Changed.”
“Even in me and Chieu’s generation, when we were kids there was no rice to eat. Right ah Chieu? We just had those…..”
“Remember the stuff I showed you earlier that we fed to the pigs,” Chieu jumped in, “that.”
“The old Wah Kew, don’t realize until they come back. Then they see allthe stuff they can do here. More than the luxuries in the U.S. and cheaper. Because the American money is worth more. Hotels are cheap the women are cheap, beautiful, and good service. I told you already. I’ll bring you down there next time.”
Brother Chieu started in, “now China can make anything America makes, for cheaper. Anything we want is here. The food is better hear, I saw Big Brother (their name for one of my big Kung Fu brothers who led their group) last time. He got some sandwich at the stop over in Tokyo. He couldn’t finish it. He showed it to me. The lettuce was raw, it had some kind of white sauce…. I’d rather eat shit!:
He paused dramatically looking off in the distance. “Last time, you came was the Olympics right? Now look at how many gold medals China wins. Next Olympics will be in Beijing. Everything is changing. China is becoming greater and greater. Soon China will be unstoppable. Number one, unstoppable.”
We paused and the subject drifted. Bull talked about the service at the white house, the many women he had in many countries he’d been to when he was a sailor, about street performing kung fu (Bull never learned Kung Fu unlike the rest of us) hunting, sight seeing.
“How is Sifu doing now anyway?” asked Bull. Everyone called my Sifu, Sifu, regardless of whether the studied Kung Fu or not. He had been very influential in the town. He had had students in high places and thus had access to commodities that were not for sale. A motorcycle before the local police had one. His status was high and people respected him because he treated many patients and worked hard for the good of the town and the people in it.
“I hear he has headaches all the time now.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Communism. I remember it, Chieu saw it. They had pulled him out. He had to say all the ways he had wronged society. You know the Red Guards. He was represented the old ways, you know. Back then…now it’s more open”
“Doesn’t matter how good your Kung Fu is,” said Chieu, “Don’t even talk about fighting back. You aren’t even allowed to block or protect yourself. You’re going to fight your whole village? Who are you going to fight?”
“ And they hit the head.”
“Good thing he was a doctor. Lots of people spoke up for him. If they don’t have a doctor, what happens if someone breaks their leg?”
“If he didn’t know teet da….so he was lucky”
The park was designed by Uncle Ning. The government never did actually pay Uncle Ning, one of the many reasons why he would gladly go to the United States to be a busboy instead of trying to pursue a career as an architect in China. What does an education give you in China if the government doesn’t pay you for a job you did? But obviously some people make it big here. Must be who you know.
“We have a seat. Me, brother Chiu or big cannon Chiu (a nickname his grandfather acquired for telling stories which got passed down, and Bull. Bull starts lecturing me on China. He’s in his forties.
“There’s plenty of stuff to do here in China now. I know all the tourist places, all the fun stuff to do. You want women I know where to bring you, beaches, sights everything. This is what I do for a living. But the question is you don’t have enough time. Next time I can show you around Guangzhou once you get off the plane.
I told you about that brothel over in Toi Sing, they call it the White House. I know all the sights, everything. Plenty of stuff to play in China now. Not like before.”
He pauses picking up a plastic bottle.
“Before, only twenty years ago, something like this, we would keep it. When people came back from the U.S. they would have to bring stuff with them. And even garbage like this, we would save it. Oh wow!” he says in mock surprise looking at the bottle, “it hold water but you drop it and it doesn’t break! So valuable! Why? Because before there was none of this here. Now who would be so stupid to save this trash?” he tosses the bottle.
“Now its changed. People come here to buy things and bring them back to the U.S. Why? Because it’s cheaper here. Because it’s made here.”
“You know the a lot of the old Wah Kew, the old guys in the states that went over when they were young, they don’t know. At first they don’t want to come back to the home town. Come back for what? There’s no place to go to the bathroom, they think. They don’t realize China’s Changed.”
“Even in me and Chieu’s generation, when we were kids there was no rice to eat. Right ah Chieu? We just had those…..”
“Remember the stuff I showed you earlier that we fed to the pigs,” Chieu jumped in, “that.”
“The old Wah Kew, don’t realize until they come back. Then they see allthe stuff they can do here. More than the luxuries in the U.S. and cheaper. Because the American money is worth more. Hotels are cheap the women are cheap, beautiful, and good service. I told you already. I’ll bring you down there next time.”
Brother Chieu started in, “now China can make anything America makes, for cheaper. Anything we want is here. The food is better hear, I saw Big Brother (their name for one of my big Kung Fu brothers who led their group) last time. He got some sandwich at the stop over in Tokyo. He couldn’t finish it. He showed it to me. The lettuce was raw, it had some kind of white sauce…. I’d rather eat shit!:
He paused dramatically looking off in the distance. “Last time, you came was the Olympics right? Now look at how many gold medals China wins. Next Olympics will be in Beijing. Everything is changing. China is becoming greater and greater. Soon China will be unstoppable. Number one, unstoppable.”
We paused and the subject drifted. Bull talked about the service at the white house, the many women he had in many countries he’d been to when he was a sailor, about street performing kung fu (Bull never learned Kung Fu unlike the rest of us) hunting, sight seeing.
“How is Sifu doing now anyway?” asked Bull. Everyone called my Sifu, Sifu, regardless of whether the studied Kung Fu or not. He had been very influential in the town. He had had students in high places and thus had access to commodities that were not for sale. A motorcycle before the local police had one. His status was high and people respected him because he treated many patients and worked hard for the good of the town and the people in it.
“I hear he has headaches all the time now.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Communism. I remember it, Chieu saw it. They had pulled him out. He had to say all the ways he had wronged society. You know the Red Guards. He was represented the old ways, you know. Back then…now it’s more open”
“Doesn’t matter how good your Kung Fu is,” said Chieu, “Don’t even talk about fighting back. You aren’t even allowed to block or protect yourself. You’re going to fight your whole village? Who are you going to fight?”
“ And they hit the head.”
“Good thing he was a doctor. Lots of people spoke up for him. If they don’t have a doctor, what happens if someone breaks their leg?”
“If he didn’t know teet da….so he was lucky”
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My Secret Candle
A dim and sickly child of a flame.
Fragile flickering wick against the wind.
Afraid, let hot wax droplets fall afraid.
Within the flame, a stronger flame within.
Fragile flickering wick against the wind.
Afraid, let hot wax droplets fall afraid.
Within the flame, a stronger flame within.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Life
I can be very disorganized.
I long for simplicity.
I am a dreamer.
Yet I like action as well.
I know about the teaching thing. It was my original minor.
I should try to at least get in to law school and then decide from there.
I think I am needy. But I don't know what I need.
I long for simplicity.
I am a dreamer.
Yet I like action as well.
I know about the teaching thing. It was my original minor.
I should try to at least get in to law school and then decide from there.
I think I am needy. But I don't know what I need.
Love conquers
Structure and following rules....very stereotypical chinesee. (Stereotypical from the American perspective of Chinese Americans and the stereoptype of Asians in the '80s)
I often don't follow rules not because I disagree with them but because it is my American nature.
But then...my Chinese nature follows important rules, but not rules for the sake of rules. Am I Chinesee, or American, both, or simply human.
If I followed rules for the sake of rules, and if you followd rules for the sake of rules, we would not be together I think. We inherently break the rules.
I often don't follow rules not because I disagree with them but because it is my American nature.
But then...my Chinese nature follows important rules, but not rules for the sake of rules. Am I Chinesee, or American, both, or simply human.
If I followed rules for the sake of rules, and if you followd rules for the sake of rules, we would not be together I think. We inherently break the rules.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Walking Down the street
I'm walking down the street.
I need to withdraw money from the bank from my account that I have now.
I need it to pay the rent for the apartment that I have. an account so he can have money for shelter, money for food. A simple job for money. This will keep him occupied.
Maybe something to keep him occupied intensely. A girlfriend, to love, want spend time with quarrel break up make up... ahhh this takes even longer.
Maybe some movement or ideals to .. maybe some kids..
All this coming to the Adam, the clay, the something walking down the street.
Suddenly a life, a distraction, a way to function in this world where one buys food but does not farm or see how it grows.
This is not reality.
I am walking down the street.
nothing else.
Now.... this street, these clothes.... I am moving....
Moving and not moving. If I don't move the earth moves, the universe moves.
I am walking down the street as one moving through the universe, breathing the universe....
ahh.....
I breathe or not... the universe breathes. I move or not, the universe moves.
Don't get hit by that car....
I'm walking down the street.
I need to withdraw money from the bank from my account that I have now.
I need it to pay the rent for the apartment that I have. an account so he can have money for shelter, money for food. A simple job for money. This will keep him occupied.
Maybe something to keep him occupied intensely. A girlfriend, to love, want spend time with quarrel break up make up... ahhh this takes even longer.
Maybe some movement or ideals to .. maybe some kids..
All this coming to the Adam, the clay, the something walking down the street.
Suddenly a life, a distraction, a way to function in this world where one buys food but does not farm or see how it grows.
This is not reality.
I am walking down the street.
nothing else.
Now.... this street, these clothes.... I am moving....
Moving and not moving. If I don't move the earth moves, the universe moves.
I am walking down the street as one moving through the universe, breathing the universe....
ahh.....
I breathe or not... the universe breathes. I move or not, the universe moves.
Don't get hit by that car....
I'm walking down the street.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Grace
I fell for you because I wanted to make you happy and give you what you wanted in life, because I felt compassion for you and realized I could be the one one to make you happy. This was the wrong reason to fall in love with you perhaps.
Your fourth sentence is untrue and is simply trying to start an argument or hurt me. These words and thinking will not help you.
We did have many fun times together but I see now that the more I back down and pay for things, the more you yell at me and make me do things and test me. It is only escalating on your part, as I become less confrontational on my part.
Your last sentence.
Congratulations may be in order. not saddness. Because this is what you wanted or at least what you thought you may have wanted. Although your were a little unsure. I can certainly will be a father to my child. Anything else you need you can let me know. However, some things, emotional things, I will be unable to do. This is not my fault. There is nothing wrong with me. i am not a bad person. If you think that I am, then you are mistaken about that.
Some things that I would have been able to do before, I cannot do now because your words hurt me, deeply. Probably because I love you and I let them in, instead of just hating you or ignoring you. If you want a healthy baby, then you cannot be stressed. I am not the cause of your stress. Although you do become more stressed when I am around I suppose. Do not blame me. However, if the sight of me moves you to anger, then I will help you from a distance.
If you are thinking you want to kill the child because it is mine or because you hate me or some such reason, I would ask that you please don't do this. This will hurt you as well. This will not make you happier. It will hurt your health and your emotions.
You could be in a wonderful situation, with the man of your dreams and a good career, but you are afraid of it . If you wake up to how good your life can be right now, then you will see it. I am not to blame for your unhappiness. I may be to blame for my unhappiness but not yours. I will not try to think of more clever ways to court you or say the right thing to put you at ease because the hatred is from you, not from me. Furthermore, I'd rather court you from my heart and not just trying to be clever. My romantic love for you is severely injured at the moment and indeed has done me no good and has only brought out temporary happiness in you, followed by anger... which hs then caused me to be angry a month ago, and by now just hurt, injured and disturbed.
Your fourth sentence is untrue and is simply trying to start an argument or hurt me. These words and thinking will not help you.
We did have many fun times together but I see now that the more I back down and pay for things, the more you yell at me and make me do things and test me. It is only escalating on your part, as I become less confrontational on my part.
Your last sentence.
Congratulations may be in order. not saddness. Because this is what you wanted or at least what you thought you may have wanted. Although your were a little unsure. I can certainly will be a father to my child. Anything else you need you can let me know. However, some things, emotional things, I will be unable to do. This is not my fault. There is nothing wrong with me. i am not a bad person. If you think that I am, then you are mistaken about that.
Some things that I would have been able to do before, I cannot do now because your words hurt me, deeply. Probably because I love you and I let them in, instead of just hating you or ignoring you. If you want a healthy baby, then you cannot be stressed. I am not the cause of your stress. Although you do become more stressed when I am around I suppose. Do not blame me. However, if the sight of me moves you to anger, then I will help you from a distance.
If you are thinking you want to kill the child because it is mine or because you hate me or some such reason, I would ask that you please don't do this. This will hurt you as well. This will not make you happier. It will hurt your health and your emotions.
You could be in a wonderful situation, with the man of your dreams and a good career, but you are afraid of it . If you wake up to how good your life can be right now, then you will see it. I am not to blame for your unhappiness. I may be to blame for my unhappiness but not yours. I will not try to think of more clever ways to court you or say the right thing to put you at ease because the hatred is from you, not from me. Furthermore, I'd rather court you from my heart and not just trying to be clever. My romantic love for you is severely injured at the moment and indeed has done me no good and has only brought out temporary happiness in you, followed by anger... which hs then caused me to be angry a month ago, and by now just hurt, injured and disturbed.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Sugar Honey Place
My golden fairy beauty.
Can we not fly away.
High and far away beyond our sky.
We’d rest among the branches
Of a tree of wishful thoughts.
Whose shade was golden rays of unseen light.
In our tree a tree house.
With its own golden sun.
And a moon to float and drift on River Night.
Caressing moon and sunbeams sweet
As sugar honey Grace.
Sip the Star filled river and golden sun filled lake.
All within our tree house
Our sugar honey place.
Oh won’t you come and fly with me tonight.
Can we not fly away.
High and far away beyond our sky.
We’d rest among the branches
Of a tree of wishful thoughts.
Whose shade was golden rays of unseen light.
In our tree a tree house.
With its own golden sun.
And a moon to float and drift on River Night.
Caressing moon and sunbeams sweet
As sugar honey Grace.
Sip the Star filled river and golden sun filled lake.
All within our tree house
Our sugar honey place.
Oh won’t you come and fly with me tonight.
Dreams
I walk towards the harbor to stare into a body of water because they say that water represents the subconscious. I didn’t stare long enough.
Of the things that truly want to become, one who is good at Kung Fu, good enough to protect himself… one who writes… a book perhaps… one who thinks, as a philosopher, meditating, finding inner calm… I can easily do all of these things.
I don’t need to box to become great at Kung Fu, I simply need to practice harder. On writing, I have the education and the ability to read to further it to become quite knowledgeable, as well as to write quite well. I simply need to do it. I fancy myself an artist and a musician as well. More talents unhoned, left to rust and dull. I could travel the world, wandering from place to place. I need money of course, but not more money than I am making. I simply need to do. But repeatedly I have not. When I was younger I did.
Why have I become unable?
Inability.
I loved lion dance. But the fun has left. I was a general without army. A soldier with no commander. A musician with no band… or at least without one that had any drive. I have sunken to the point of dropping myself in a separate ocean. An ocean of Boxing, MMA, things I was no interested in.
Police Work law… things to gain arbitrary power. Power… something I was not interested in but became interested in because of the ideals of those who would not gain it for themselves.
Of my adult goals, to make money, I can be a lawyer, do business…perhaps even fight..(though this may not be realistic or an adult goal) I simply have to focus my life.
Most importantly I think I must regain my childhood curiosity and energy for what I enjoyed doing.
Of the things that truly want to become, one who is good at Kung Fu, good enough to protect himself… one who writes… a book perhaps… one who thinks, as a philosopher, meditating, finding inner calm… I can easily do all of these things.
I don’t need to box to become great at Kung Fu, I simply need to practice harder. On writing, I have the education and the ability to read to further it to become quite knowledgeable, as well as to write quite well. I simply need to do it. I fancy myself an artist and a musician as well. More talents unhoned, left to rust and dull. I could travel the world, wandering from place to place. I need money of course, but not more money than I am making. I simply need to do. But repeatedly I have not. When I was younger I did.
Why have I become unable?
Inability.
I loved lion dance. But the fun has left. I was a general without army. A soldier with no commander. A musician with no band… or at least without one that had any drive. I have sunken to the point of dropping myself in a separate ocean. An ocean of Boxing, MMA, things I was no interested in.
Police Work law… things to gain arbitrary power. Power… something I was not interested in but became interested in because of the ideals of those who would not gain it for themselves.
Of my adult goals, to make money, I can be a lawyer, do business…perhaps even fight..(though this may not be realistic or an adult goal) I simply have to focus my life.
Most importantly I think I must regain my childhood curiosity and energy for what I enjoyed doing.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Two Pigs in a Blanket
Somewhere near Nepal there were two pig spirits.
The female one was able to come and go on the wind and fog to travel near and far.
The male had 36 transformations and was able to see into the true soul of mortals and demons.
To earthly eyes, indeed both were good to look at.
The female one said, "Truly, if we had offspring, they would be a fine specimen of Pig"
So she took the male on the wind and fog into the mountains where they found the ice mountain snow flower in full bloom. They climbed between its petals whereupon it closed in on itself and hidden in the snow they stayed there for 200 years.
The male awoke one time and the cold snow had seeped ino his essence but warmed by the female he moved closer to her.
The female pig said to the male, "You have been away from the outside world for so long, and cannot travel on the wind and fog as I can. Your 36 Transformations may not be enough toprotect you as you have forgotten how to use them fluidly. You must look into yourself to find a way down the mountain, for once this flower opens I must travel a different road and have no time for you."
The male said, "Let us look into each other so that I may find the way to travel on the wind and fog as well."
"How?" said the female.
"Let me inside of you." said the male. and she obliged. But the Male pig was unable to see inside of her nor could he see inside of himself. So attempted to bring the female into on of his tranformation of flint and stone to turn her into a spark and open her up in a flame that he might catch a glimpse of her. But the many times he had done this his view was merely obscured by the fire. Now he was obscured by the fog.
So it was that he came to release himslef fully inside of her and they separated.
She became unable to travel on the wind and fog temporarily and he could not see within her nor within himself but felt only weaker. But with that he took his first step down the mountain into the snow to move closer to clarity.
The female one was able to come and go on the wind and fog to travel near and far.
The male had 36 transformations and was able to see into the true soul of mortals and demons.
To earthly eyes, indeed both were good to look at.
The female one said, "Truly, if we had offspring, they would be a fine specimen of Pig"
So she took the male on the wind and fog into the mountains where they found the ice mountain snow flower in full bloom. They climbed between its petals whereupon it closed in on itself and hidden in the snow they stayed there for 200 years.
The male awoke one time and the cold snow had seeped ino his essence but warmed by the female he moved closer to her.
The female pig said to the male, "You have been away from the outside world for so long, and cannot travel on the wind and fog as I can. Your 36 Transformations may not be enough toprotect you as you have forgotten how to use them fluidly. You must look into yourself to find a way down the mountain, for once this flower opens I must travel a different road and have no time for you."
The male said, "Let us look into each other so that I may find the way to travel on the wind and fog as well."
"How?" said the female.
"Let me inside of you." said the male. and she obliged. But the Male pig was unable to see inside of her nor could he see inside of himself. So attempted to bring the female into on of his tranformation of flint and stone to turn her into a spark and open her up in a flame that he might catch a glimpse of her. But the many times he had done this his view was merely obscured by the fire. Now he was obscured by the fog.
So it was that he came to release himslef fully inside of her and they separated.
She became unable to travel on the wind and fog temporarily and he could not see within her nor within himself but felt only weaker. But with that he took his first step down the mountain into the snow to move closer to clarity.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Heaven on earth
A backpack of sweaty clothing uncomfortably on my shoulders,
I walk up the hill of this quiet quaint college student neighborhood.
Through the humid night the street lights hazily glimmer.
I turn the corner and come up to the house where my apartment is to see
My Sifu's older brother, his wife, Kelly my eight (or is it nine?) year old student, her mother (King Yi), and the Mother of Win King enjoying the night air.
"Sifu's here." Kelly's mom throws out eyeing Kelly.
"Adam....will you fix my violin?" Kelly stand up.
"Are you getting taller Kelly?"
More talk is thrown out and I make my way upstairs to drop off my crap. I come back down with two popsicles Grace,(my girlfriend) had given me awhile back.
I'll make sure there okay to eat before giving one to Kelly. What kind of popsicles were these anyway? I hope they don't have any form of Dairy product in them.
I step over Kelly.
"Where's August?" I ask. August is Kelly's older brother.
"August is around." says mom.
"See?" Kelly is pointing across the street to their house. "He's in there. wait no... Now see over there."
He's being called on the phone. He must have heard us.
"Kelly's eating pospicles...."King Yi, mom, says, "Your so fat you don't get a popsicle." There is one left.
"Tell him to bring the violin over when he comes here"
"Okay." says King Yi, "If you bring the violin over than there will be a popsicle for you.
August cmes over with the violin strapped to his back like a Guitar. In fact from a distance, my poor eyesight thinks he's brought the Guitar. After a bit of shouting about violins guitars and watching out for cars while crossing the street. He is over here with a popsicle himself. I had gotten my violin in the meantime, and Grandpa, or my Master Uncle, has put a new E string on the violin.
I grab August belly as he sits there.
"Hey! It's myyyy fat belly not yourrrr fat belly okay?"
"Whose fat belly?" says King Yin as she grabs it too.
August is by no means fat. But compared to the Chinese bone and muscle eight year old that had been doing Kung Fu all weekend long (However lazily) His newly lazier eleven year old body was indeed chubby in comparison.
I brought out my violin and start playing the Love Song of Kangdang. Uncle's wife sings along. I don't really have spce to play, and then I have to give Uncle an A.
Kelly's violin is stringed and tuned. Cantonese Opera music is coming out of it. Impressive, but sometimes harshly slightly out of tune. And that violin's sound is a piece of crap which doesn't help. But the night is nice and to the kids the skill of Uncle is very Impressive.
"Can you do that?" they ask me.
What songs do you know?
I begin playing that famous song from Beyond. The one Ka Kui sang in Japan and then fell off the stage and died. King Yi starts singing along.
Suddenly Uncle breaks into the song like a bull with overpowering Cantonese opera. August Kelly and King Yi burst into laughter. Win King's mom quietly chuckles. She is quiet.
She had gone through Chemo a few years earlier and still looks frail.
After the quick notes end, I resume the song where I had left off and then a little while later, Uncle crashes in again oblivious to my playing. The kids burst into laughter again. This happens several more times.
Suddenly my phone rings. It is Grace.
I walk up the hill of this quiet quaint college student neighborhood.
Through the humid night the street lights hazily glimmer.
I turn the corner and come up to the house where my apartment is to see
My Sifu's older brother, his wife, Kelly my eight (or is it nine?) year old student, her mother (King Yi), and the Mother of Win King enjoying the night air.
"Sifu's here." Kelly's mom throws out eyeing Kelly.
"Adam....will you fix my violin?" Kelly stand up.
"Are you getting taller Kelly?"
More talk is thrown out and I make my way upstairs to drop off my crap. I come back down with two popsicles Grace,(my girlfriend) had given me awhile back.
I'll make sure there okay to eat before giving one to Kelly. What kind of popsicles were these anyway? I hope they don't have any form of Dairy product in them.
I step over Kelly.
"Where's August?" I ask. August is Kelly's older brother.
"August is around." says mom.
"See?" Kelly is pointing across the street to their house. "He's in there. wait no... Now see over there."
He's being called on the phone. He must have heard us.
"Kelly's eating pospicles...."King Yi, mom, says, "Your so fat you don't get a popsicle." There is one left.
"Tell him to bring the violin over when he comes here"
"Okay." says King Yi, "If you bring the violin over than there will be a popsicle for you.
August cmes over with the violin strapped to his back like a Guitar. In fact from a distance, my poor eyesight thinks he's brought the Guitar. After a bit of shouting about violins guitars and watching out for cars while crossing the street. He is over here with a popsicle himself. I had gotten my violin in the meantime, and Grandpa, or my Master Uncle, has put a new E string on the violin.
I grab August belly as he sits there.
"Hey! It's myyyy fat belly not yourrrr fat belly okay?"
"Whose fat belly?" says King Yin as she grabs it too.
August is by no means fat. But compared to the Chinese bone and muscle eight year old that had been doing Kung Fu all weekend long (However lazily) His newly lazier eleven year old body was indeed chubby in comparison.
I brought out my violin and start playing the Love Song of Kangdang. Uncle's wife sings along. I don't really have spce to play, and then I have to give Uncle an A.
Kelly's violin is stringed and tuned. Cantonese Opera music is coming out of it. Impressive, but sometimes harshly slightly out of tune. And that violin's sound is a piece of crap which doesn't help. But the night is nice and to the kids the skill of Uncle is very Impressive.
"Can you do that?" they ask me.
What songs do you know?
I begin playing that famous song from Beyond. The one Ka Kui sang in Japan and then fell off the stage and died. King Yi starts singing along.
Suddenly Uncle breaks into the song like a bull with overpowering Cantonese opera. August Kelly and King Yi burst into laughter. Win King's mom quietly chuckles. She is quiet.
She had gone through Chemo a few years earlier and still looks frail.
After the quick notes end, I resume the song where I had left off and then a little while later, Uncle crashes in again oblivious to my playing. The kids burst into laughter again. This happens several more times.
Suddenly my phone rings. It is Grace.
The Mermaid Kiss
The Mermaid Kiss.
“I have to take the dog out to pee, but before I get back you have to be out of this bed.” She said it not for the first time. In fact she had been saying the same thing for 20 Minutes. You would think it would be annoying, but to me it is cute.
I feel too tired to get up yet. In fact rarely, these days, do I feel that I am rested fully enough to warrant getting out of bed. Even when I am fully rested enough, it seems like a few more minutes in bed wouldn’t do any harm.
She flips out of bed and thumps down the stairs. I know if I don’t at least get out of the bed now, I will never wake up. I move to the floor and start stretching out. The movement of blood begins to wake me up like a drug.
Why don’t I do more of this? Just get up and do these yoga like stretches two hours earlier. It’s not like I really have to wake up. Plus if I did it every day I would be jacked, not to mention more flexible as well as on time to work. Maybe I’d even get there early. When I sleep by myself it is easier to do this. But who really wants to get out of a bed that Grace is in.
I lie back and slowly ease my legs up over my head in that stretch that does my lower back and the back of the legs. I’m so stiff in the morning so I can’t go all the way down but the blood rushing around is waking me up. Good. I might actually be able to function today. I go through a few more stretches, stretching out the groin doing a slow push up… I don’t know if I’ll get to my kung fu stuff, a deep horse stance. Seriously, If I eased into it slowly two hours of this wouldn’t be hard. I swear I could be crazy jacked. Why don’t I do this?
I move into some kung fu moves, just for exercise though…
“I have to take the dog out to pee, but before I get back you have to be out of this bed.” She said it not for the first time. In fact she had been saying the same thing for 20 Minutes. You would think it would be annoying, but to me it is cute.
I feel too tired to get up yet. In fact rarely, these days, do I feel that I am rested fully enough to warrant getting out of bed. Even when I am fully rested enough, it seems like a few more minutes in bed wouldn’t do any harm.
She flips out of bed and thumps down the stairs. I know if I don’t at least get out of the bed now, I will never wake up. I move to the floor and start stretching out. The movement of blood begins to wake me up like a drug.
Why don’t I do more of this? Just get up and do these yoga like stretches two hours earlier. It’s not like I really have to wake up. Plus if I did it every day I would be jacked, not to mention more flexible as well as on time to work. Maybe I’d even get there early. When I sleep by myself it is easier to do this. But who really wants to get out of a bed that Grace is in.
I lie back and slowly ease my legs up over my head in that stretch that does my lower back and the back of the legs. I’m so stiff in the morning so I can’t go all the way down but the blood rushing around is waking me up. Good. I might actually be able to function today. I go through a few more stretches, stretching out the groin doing a slow push up… I don’t know if I’ll get to my kung fu stuff, a deep horse stance. Seriously, If I eased into it slowly two hours of this wouldn’t be hard. I swear I could be crazy jacked. Why don’t I do this?
I move into some kung fu moves, just for exercise though…
Monday, July 7, 2008
Lazy
Why am I so lazy.
I seem to be tired of life.
I was always the dreamer and not the practical one.
As a child I fascinated my self with making shoes out of cardboard
Or from the plastic outsides of binders, and slingshots, not of which
Really could be of any use but for a few moments of fun.
I can work hard at useless things but fail to urn the useless into something that will
Produce.
Money, Followers, Awards, Lovers, anything.
Everything I have accomplished has found me.
I have not found it.
I seem to be tired of life.
I was always the dreamer and not the practical one.
As a child I fascinated my self with making shoes out of cardboard
Or from the plastic outsides of binders, and slingshots, not of which
Really could be of any use but for a few moments of fun.
I can work hard at useless things but fail to urn the useless into something that will
Produce.
Money, Followers, Awards, Lovers, anything.
Everything I have accomplished has found me.
I have not found it.
Ginger Honey Tea
Ginger Honey Tea
Sweet Gold! Buzzing nectar seekers honed,
Humming pollination on the breeze.
Harnessed by the civilized to pleasure and preserve,
Are these drones, soldiers for the Queen on Bees.
The sweetest part of Ginger Honey Tea
Princess Honey Princess, Sweet sticky and smooth,
Glittering in the sun to sweeten the tongue that touches her.
Rooted Spice would be nice, a knotted body on her to move,
Cut that body to burn hot in Honey, and she seeps into ginger
Honey and Ginger are making Ginger Honey Tea.
Dark honey golden eyes on honey golden face
Track that body born hard from the soil.
Ginger Golden eyes bring her to that place
Wrap those honey legs round to a boil
Steaming Ginger Honey Tea
Push that Honey heat, seeping out in beads
Ginger vapors burning through and through
Stir and melt that honey into boiled ginger steam.
Inhale first, sip slow, its good for you
So drink more of that honey ginger Ginger Honey Tea.
Sweet Gold! Buzzing nectar seekers honed,
Humming pollination on the breeze.
Harnessed by the civilized to pleasure and preserve,
Are these drones, soldiers for the Queen on Bees.
The sweetest part of Ginger Honey Tea
Princess Honey Princess, Sweet sticky and smooth,
Glittering in the sun to sweeten the tongue that touches her.
Rooted Spice would be nice, a knotted body on her to move,
Cut that body to burn hot in Honey, and she seeps into ginger
Honey and Ginger are making Ginger Honey Tea.
Dark honey golden eyes on honey golden face
Track that body born hard from the soil.
Ginger Golden eyes bring her to that place
Wrap those honey legs round to a boil
Steaming Ginger Honey Tea
Push that Honey heat, seeping out in beads
Ginger vapors burning through and through
Stir and melt that honey into boiled ginger steam.
Inhale first, sip slow, its good for you
So drink more of that honey ginger Ginger Honey Tea.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Break up
Anger and Pain, a deathly venom in the veins,
A shadow of despair upon my shoulders.
I can breathe but stale air.
My legs step only slowly. vision blurs. Nausea.
Hung over with sadness from days before.
Would that I could weep to clean it all away.
My trembling hand had caressed the car door.
Dare I open it to dash my body on the road.
To be run over like a rag doll.
But I do not have the guts, or I have to many other reasons to live.
And I am glad that is what I chose.
Harden my heart and move on.
Foolish to open it up carelessly anyway.
Shall I wipe clean all of it, sweet and bitter? And Can I?
My heart seeks you out, yet fearful of your harshness and your love both,
for both have heated intensity.
A shadow of despair upon my shoulders.
I can breathe but stale air.
My legs step only slowly. vision blurs. Nausea.
Hung over with sadness from days before.
Would that I could weep to clean it all away.
My trembling hand had caressed the car door.
Dare I open it to dash my body on the road.
To be run over like a rag doll.
But I do not have the guts, or I have to many other reasons to live.
And I am glad that is what I chose.
Harden my heart and move on.
Foolish to open it up carelessly anyway.
Shall I wipe clean all of it, sweet and bitter? And Can I?
My heart seeks you out, yet fearful of your harshness and your love both,
for both have heated intensity.
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