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Are You Feeling Blue?

29 May

Are you feeling ‘blue’?
Down, low, sad. . . . a color ashamed and unwanted?
Depressed —
Are you feeling ‘blue’?

Are you Feeling ‘black’?
darkness, despair, a night without stars and lost without a compass
Shadows —
Underground coffin where hope is not even a light in the furthest tip of your muddy thoughts

Are you Feeling ‘red’?
Blood draining from your heart
Rage —
A world where there is only Mars and no Venus, enemies and doom without the love to make it worthwhile

Are you Feeling ‘green’?
Betrayal seeping into your thoughts
Jealousy —
Grass is always greener on the other side but your life is rotting like leaves left too long in the rain.

Are you Feeling ‘yellow’?
Scared of a future that does not look like a future
Coward—
Yesterday a nightmare, Tomorrow a worry, and Today is not your present.

Are you Feeling ‘white’?
Innocence buried in a chest in a box in a crate in the warehouse
Unworthy—
Nothing shows the dirt more than the white background displaying it

Are you Feeling ‘grey’?
Existing with neither emotion nor vibrancy nor beauty
Empty
Life an old movie showing a pale imitation of a world imagined in color but never experienced

But Feeling ‘blue’?
The color of the sky in a field where there is no world and only you
The color of the ocean stretching far beyond today and tomorrow
The color of the night when the judging eyes of a glaring sun have softened to a soothing glimmer
The color of
Peace—
Rest—
Hope —
Silence—
Are you feeling ‘blue’? I hope you do.

 

 

 

 

Not Your Business

2 Mar

“There was a whole army of people who seemed not to have anything better to do than to try to disrupt her life, and , if they were given the opportunity, to correct the way she had chosen to live it.”

**Stieg Larsson

With Maturity Comes Despair

23 Feb

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”

*Jane Austen

A #Korean Odyssey and the #Chinese Legends that inspires it ~ Princess Iron Fan

10 Feb

Original Chinese Characters and the Korean representations in “A Korean Odyssey”:

Monkey King ~ Son Oh Gong

*The Monkey 🐵King’s Chinese name is Sun WuKong.  Wu is the Chinese word for “5” while “Oh” is the Korean word for “5”  So Son Oh Gong is just a rewrite of Sun WuKong. 😋

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The Monk Xuanzang ~ Jin Seon-mi

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The Bull Demon King ~  Woo Ma-Wang

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#Gryffindor House (It’s real!) aka the #China Spring Festival

27 Jan

Chinese Spring Festival🐉 . . . when all of China turns into gryffindor 🦁 house and red and gold colors 🇨🇳 rule.

I think Walmart might be secretly connected to Chinese hogwarts. Walk inside and its gryffindor pride
everywhere.

*Personally, I’m a slytherin – which fits, since my Chinese zodiac Animal is the snake 🐍

Words We Should Have Said

24 Jan

You never spoke a word,

But I heard words nonetheless. 

Worthless

Unwanted

Useless

No Good

Unloved

Go Away

Go Away

GO AWAY!

And so I left.

And I never said a word.

But words you heard nonetheless.

Worthless

Unwanted

Useless

No Good

Unloved

Go Away

Go Away

GO AWAY!

And so, one day, you left.

If only we had said the words. . . 

The real words left unsaid.

Precious

Wanted

Needed

Perfect

Loved

Stay

Stay

STAY

 

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The Selfish Side of Love

17 Jan

“Love is Kind”

“Love is Joy”

Love is Selfless.

With love, though comes its mate. Its match. Its darling. 

And To be loved. That is ‘I.’

To be loved is greedy.

To be loved is lonely.

To be loved is desperate. 

To be loved.

To be the center of someone’s universe.

To be the one they call first.  And last.

To be thought of.

To be treasured.

To be missed.

To be remembered

To be kissed. Not just as a kiss, but as the kiss.

To be the final lover.  The final date. The final crush.

To be their ‘one and only.’ 

To be the one they can’t get over.

To be the one they gaze at and can’t look away from.

To be the one that makes them stumble over words.

To be the muse behind the painting. The memory before the poem. The spark within the book. The note that caused the song.

To be the one they lie beside when life has come and gone.

To be the one they’ll never leave. 

To be the one who gets their love.  To be loved.

Each of us desperate.

Lonely.

Greedy.

Each wanting to be loved with the love of legends. 

After all. . . . . 

Love is loyal.

Love is faithful.

Love is gentle.

Love is precious.

Love sees no flaws. Love finds no faults.

Love is kind.

Love is joy.

Love is selfless.

To be loved . . . . oh . . . . to be loved. 

 

 

 

 

Finding #Love on the Magpie Bridge

23 Mar

Xiān yún nòng qiăo, fēi xīng chuán hèn, yín hàn tiáo tiáo àn dù
Jīn fēng yù lù yì xiāng féng, biàn shèng què rén jiān wú shù
Róu qíng sì shuĭ,  jiā qī rú mèng, rĕn gù què qiáo guī lù
Liăng qíng ruò shì jiŭ cháng shí, yòu qĭ zài zhāo zhāo mù mù

As Clouds float like works of art; 
Stars shoot with grief at heart.
Across the Milky Way the Cowherd meets the Maid.

When autumn’s Golden Wind embraces Dew of Jade
All the love scenes on earth, however many, fade.

Their tender love flows like a stream; 
This happy date seems but a dream.
Can they bear a separate homeward way?

If love between both sides can last for aye,
Why need they stay together night and day?
(Translated by Xu Yuanchong)

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In a magical world in a century so long ago it has faded into dream and myth, there lived a tragic, poor, lonely man named Niu Lang. Most of his family had all died several years before, and those who remained had thrown him out on the street. So to stay alive, he found a small job taking care of some cows.  

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New Year’s Eve

31 Dec

The Death Of The Old Year
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.

He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend and a true truelove
And the New-year will take ’em away.
Old year you must not go;
So long you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.

He froth’d his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho’ his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho’ his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.

He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before.
Every one for his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend,
Comes up to take his own.

How hard he breathes! over the snow
I heard just now the crowing cock.
The shadows flicker to and fro:
The cricket chirps: the light burns low:
‘Tis nearly twelve o’clock.
Shake hands, before you die.
Old year, we’ll dearly rue for you:
What is it we can do for you?
Speak out before you die.

His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! our friend is gone,
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
There’s a new foot on the floor, my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door.

Mixed Signals

13 Dec

**Not sure where this came from – kind of how I’ve been feeling this week.  Been trying to organize my future and every time it seems like I’m on the right track, something else goes wrong. It’s like the world is sending me mixed signals on where I’m supposed to go from here.  A bunch of my friends are experiencing the same feeling. Still, it’s the little moments of hope that keep us moving on, trying again and again no matter how often life shuts us down.**DB

Highs and the lows
Ups and the downs.
Feels like fate’s spinning us round and around.

Back and then forth
Good mixed with bad.
Nothings the same, till it feels like we’re mad.

Kissing and fightin’
Kissing and fightin’
Hoping and Dying and Loving’ and Cryin’.

Forcing each win.
Demanding our share.
World dragging us down, we get up on a dare.

Not Looking Back
Not Giving Ground
Living the dream, eking every last pound.

Kissing and fightin’
Kissing and fightin’
Hoping and Dying and Lovin’ and Cryin’.

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