The inconvenient truth

Frightened by the power of language
and duality of words.
Ay! There's the rub.

Cold world made of gold

Center field of a one fold world
Is violent with untold scolds
Mold a scaffold on the second fold
Tell the world of the battlefield of gold

You can't want

what you want

/\.\/

Believing is as dangerous as disbelieving.

Dancing in the moonlight

gogo and didi and momo and pipi and jojo and hoho and blabla

Laugh

Lots of it.

*_*

I want nothing more than a warm bed
and a clear conscience.

[no I am lying]

6

Language comes from humility
Silence from wholeness

Pomegranate

Raspberry
Green
Tea
Hot
Brewed for five minutes.

Reality of dreams

Aggravation
-drawn out of a dream world.

Happiness
-woven dreams in the face of reality.

pq

qp

Stroke

Heart palpitation
Galaxy reorientation
Hibernating intuition
Deconstructed institution

wide wild west

world wide web

5

Wrote my heart out.
Can't wait to read my heart out.

About me

I burn, slowly, in the love of my lung's devotion,
sometimes happily and sometimes sadly.

Heaven and Hell

When you slowly burn
in the love of
your lung's devotion
are you in hell?
or heaven?

Laughter

If the lungs
ever knew what they miss
when they force out air from a narrow passage
to the outside world
to add alittle bit of something
to someone else's life
without ever seeing another lung
of their kind
they would never stay inside
the body.
I burn in the love of my lung's devotion.

I am the sunshine.

I am a ray of light
reflected by the clouds
diffracted by water droplets
and absorbed fully and only by
myself.

Music

Never gets old.

I am weak

but I am strong.

Universe is a becoming

If I was a dream,
I could be coming true.

Universe is a see-saw

Snowflakes melt on my cheeks to make them cold
and snowflakes melt on my cheeks to get warm.

Food for thought

Rien en vain j'interroge!

&

I am time and space
Therefore I
Do not fit in my body.

Take it or

Leave it.

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Self reflection

322 rants, babbles, blames, conflicts, complications, darknesses, lightnesses, and what-nots, and I still have not said what I intend to say! Here's a plan: I plan to say what I want to say by February! I will celebrate my baby blog's one-year anniversary, and stop even if I fail to say what I want to say. Thereafter this blog is going to be confiscated, until further notice. So enjoy, while the sun of my rants shines.

4

I kiss a tree
Covered with frost
My lips freeze.

echo

o
o
o
o

Falling winter

Yellow is beautiful
only when music is blue.

/=[...]=\

This is RoBo.
Say hi to RoBo.

I wish I was a robot

Dead inside.

I am cold

Nov.15,08

A brick fell

Hello darkness,
my old friend
were you looking
when I was gone
in the light?
Was I gone
too far
too long?
I am still
the same
but older.
Years older.
I have to admit
that I forgot you
But I want to
get to know you
again.
Will you
let me?
let me?
let me?
let me?
let me?


[The brick wall echoes back with its sound of silence. You see, the wall is made of brick]

Shakespeare never swore

You,
Beetle-headed
Boil and clay brained
Dismal-dreaming
Idle-headed
Pox-marked
Milk-livered
Fat-kidneyed
Dizzy-eyed
Ill-nurtured
Flap-mouthed
Fool-born
Half-faced
Hasty-witted
human creature.

Nothing in particular

To kids
Never dream of becoming an adult,
Kids are among the best adults, before they grow up.

To adults
Never assume,
It's almost as dangerous as thinking.

To everyone else
I have nothing to say,
Until I have something to say.

To myself
Take a break.

>-<

Truth is when believing and not believing are both possible.

Life of a monument

Carved out of lime stones
By the crafted hands of a sculptor
Accessorized with a diamond knife
Came a body into existence.
The sculptor breathed life
Into the monument
And the body traveled around the world.
On its way, the monument
Came across a carved sculptor
Out of lime stones with a hand
Accessorized with a diamond knife
Who breathed life into itself
By carving monuments out of lime stones.

A mermaid who ate the world

I find wooden boats more attractive
When colors get more depletive

I go on sailing trips in the sea
paddling towards a one-way dream

The ropes at the shore pull me back in
When I go too far to see a big bluefin

I know someday in deep blue sea
I will find things right, inside of me

je llo

je ne finis du lire le livre et mange fumee poulet
je pense mon sens du humor etes trop horrible, ce ne pas etes drole
je suis fatigue maintenant

Fire on Ice

This comfortable uneasiness
between freezing waters
and firing flames

I am fire

This uncomfortable easiness
between firing waters
and freezing flames

I am ice

3

Sojourn to the tropics and savor the fruits of the alluring continent. Organic African rooibos leaves teaming with mango, vanilla and blossoms. Antioxidant rich, brewed for five minutes.

nunitheg sensuddag

makoupipi si si
si si makoupipi
moukamou kamakama
kamakama moukamou
lulamumbaba chi chi
chi chi lulamumbaba
ar stay east bay
east bay ar stay

I am not I

That there is not me.
I die for the truth.
That there is a jerk.
I am the ominous eye.
I whisper in her universe
When she listens.

20 years

for a PhD.

Be choosy with friends

And enemies will follow.

Ma-o-ba

Shoma.

[Happy to have witnessed, in my life time, the glorious end of one of the greatest civic trans generational media spectacles in the American history.]

sobekneferuz

hatshepsut thutmuz amenemhat josephusynogea

2

Swim

Time

Fall, back
Spring, forward

I practiced democracy today

Democracy is so fragile, in a dynamic state of self-correction every second. Democracy exists when there is a void of power, no autocratic power allowed to disrupt the equilibrium. Is democracy a passive balance of action in an active soul? What?
Globalization of democracy with the self-correction in mind reminds me of solitary silent humans, drinking wine from a crystal clear glass of wine, and nothing else, saying life may not be the party we asked for, but while we are here, we should dance.
I envision humans living in cubes, pushing on its walls for a contact with reality, missing the point that reality is in their push and nothing else? A functionalist approach?
Yes, no war, no extremism, no harsh and quick decisions, but in the soul, oh, in the soul, there is war, there is terrorism, and there are hard decisions. Is the soul a story? Is human condition dynamic through history? History and story. Changing stories we tell our souls change history, and genes forget their origin eventually, they do. Tik Tak of evolutionary clocks.
Yes, I am not clear I know. They say people can be very clear when they have an understanding. Does it mean I don't know what democracy is? Can you practice democracy in a place where people are not educated enough not to exploit it? Yes, exploitation for power is contradiction to void of power in democracy. Dialogue is important. But words, words, words. Talk is cheap.
Yes, my head hurts.