Stanzas on Rocks, a Poem

Doing things, that are, of no importance to us in life, how long, did we, spend, living like this again??? Too god DAMN long, is my guess!!! And yet, we still, can’t stop it, why is that, do you know??? Translated…


Look into the Open & Move Out

All the Pieces Inside Your Chest

The Oceans Will Take Over from Afar Now

like this, video from Youtube…

All of These Balls from the World

The Beaches of the World

Had Become, so Filled, with

Those, Looking Hard

for Their, Destinies

And so, you can see, how blindly, people are, searching for things, right? We’re all, picking up these, useless “rocks” thinking, that they’re, something important to us, that we’d, needed them, in our lives, in the end, these rocks that we’d, carried only, weighed us down, and we still don’t have a clue, that we’re the ones, who can, stop carrying, ALL these, rocks!


A Long Alley, a Poem

As the days come to an end, translated…

After the Raucous of the Party of the Century

A Single String Illuminated

In the Chest Cavity of the Island

See the source imagelike this???  Photo from online…

———That Single String Couldn’t Play a Tune Right

The Millions of Thousands of Troops & Steeds Rushed

Like a Warning Bell

Predicting the Desolations

The Skies of the Late Spring

It’s a Thin-Layered Tissue

Couldn’t Reflect the Cruelties of War Truthfully

The Pelicans Glided Low in the Skies

Not Knowing the Sorrows of the World of Morrow

Time Suddenly Got Bent

a place like this???  Photo from online…

Into a Philosophical Shape

The Strings Snapped, Just Before the Apex of the Century

With Those Unwavered Rocks, Crushed

into Dusts

And All that’s Left of Them, Was, this Single, Song at Sundown

And so, there’s, that sense of despair of the world ending, with everything out of its places, things stopped working the way it’s, supposed to, but, the sun still rises and sets on yet, another day…

Elephants in THIS Room…

Is this, due to the hallucinogen that I’d, “accidentally” INGESTED a short while ago???  I really can’t tell…

There are, elephants in this room, and, they’re, blocking everything up!  Can’t you see them?  There’s one, eating the plasters of the wall (and god DAMN it, I just, repainted that particular wall, JUST last week too!!!).

Elephants in THIS room, they’d become, totally, distracting, they’d, taxed out both our attentions, that we could no longer, focus on the most important thing here in our lives: our marriage, this family we’d, started…

and see how there’s not much room for ANYTHING else, after that elephant got SHOVED, into the room here??? EXACTLY!  Not my painting…

Elephants in THIS room, maybe, if I just, ignore them, they’ll just, go away (uh, yeah right!!!), but, they’re, so enormous, they’d become, this EYE-SORE, they don’t even go with MY home décor, so, how can I just, overlook them, huh???  Elephants in THIS room, maybe, I should just, round them all up (like in a rodeo???), and, take them outside into the yard, or maybe, I should call in ANIMAL control instead, they’ll know what to do!

Elephants in THIS room, they’re not temporary, oh no, they’re, here to stay, indefinitely, until YOU start to communicate with me, but, you’d, SHUT down completely, and, nothing I’m saying, is getting through to you.  It’s like, I’m just, SCREAMING, getting ANGRY AT the W-A-L-L here, god DAMN it, it’s so, frustrating……………

Elephants are no longer, in THIS room of mine, I’d, handed them the EVICTION notice, as I AM the LANDLADY, and I took back control over EVERYTHING in my GOD DAMN F***ED up life already!!!







The Fog that’s a Part of Life, by: Dang Than

Another poem, translated by me from Chinese…

Underneath the Imaginary Protective Covers

The Supermen

The King Kongs

The Spidermen

Vanished Instantly

Within the Fogs

Within the Fogs

They’d Given Off Electric Signals

That Bright, Shimmering Light

Broke Through the Darkness

With the on and Off Sounding of the Crickets

(The Songs Light, from the Intoxications)

The Fireflies Spread the Signaled Lights


The Weakened Women, Always Tend to Live Longer

The Heroes Tough, But Died Young

The Tree Frogs

The Bullfrogs

The Old Toad

Played Together in a Band

The Conductor

Stirred at

The Thai Porridges

With the Sweetened Scent Bubbling

Flowed Through

Endless Number of Nights


Then Suddenly

The Clocks

Started Chiming

So, there’s, that peace and quiet from the nighttime, with no other extra sound by the insects calling, and, then, the light of day, with that alarm clock ringing in your ears, telling you, to stop dreaming and get back to life again…

Put Me Out of My Misery

Just put me out of my misery, I’m in so much pain, don’t know where this pain’s comin’ from, but I’m feelin’ it, 24/7 now!  Put me out of my misery, please, give me some sort of a one-dose-FIX-ALL magical pill, to make it all disappear already, huh?

Put me out of my misery, I beg of you, please, please don’t subject me to any more of the pains in your lives, I can’t handle it anymore!!!  Put me out of my misery, I can’t even, focus, with so much pain, trying, to get into my mind, my body, my heart, and my soul 24/7 without rest!  Put me out of my misery, c’mon, you know, that stabbing me will give you that high that lasts, a bit longer, than all your regular fixes, so, why don’t you, just, put me out of my misery, huh???

Put me out of my misery, oh, I can’t, for I am, MISERY, and, wherever you go, I shall, tag along, like that god DAMN annoying shadow that refused to leave your sides, and, you had best, get used to my company, ‘cuz I’m all you’re ever gonna have in life!!!

Can’t put me out of my misery now, can you?  Oh well, as I know, I’d become, too unsuccessful, putting you out of yours too, so, we’re, even now, right???






What Kind of a World is Worth it, a Poem

Questions of why we’re here, an existentialist, “crisis” if you want to call it that, translated…

The Alarm Sounded

Outside the Windows

There are Still Those

White and Fluffy Clouds

Chased Off by the Wind

I Too, Was, Hurried Along by the

Assortments, of Doubts

Why, is the Value of Chicken and Pork

Nothing More than Food

The Udders of the Cows

who, is reflected, by the mirrors?  Not my artwork

Don’t Belong to Their Calves

Why is it

That the Existence of Humans

Is Merely, Creating Trash

Destroying the Natural Habitats of Other Living Organisms

Increasing the Speed to Which, the World Self-Destructs

We’d Put Up with

The Insults and Sickness

the self 的圖片結果the true self, hiding within, ALL those layers, NOT my photo…

Preventing Ourselves from Thinking Too Much

Over Those Rising Doubts

Using Our Smiles and Order

To Keep This World that’s

On the Verge of Collapsing, Together

What sort a World Deserved, to Sound Off the Clocks?

a portrait of the self, NOT my art…

If There isn’t, a Pair of Bright Eyes

Staring at You

If the Sunlight from Between the Leaves

Can No Longer, Stop You in Your Tracks and Leave You in Awe

If the Scenes Up Ahead Had

Already, Been Viewed

What Versions of My Self are

Deserving of This World?

A Small Weed that Grew Out of the Cracks of the Walls

A Pair of Crows that, Nested Atop the Stop Lights

Wouldn’t Ask These Stupid Questions

Building Over the Sand

Erect, Over the Garbage

Built Upon, the Unworthy of All Conclusions

A Flower Can Finally, Bloomthe components of the self, chart from online…

Although, it Was, a Deformed and Pale Flower

Although, it Was, only, a Wave of Patterns

And, Amidst That Bubble that’s, about to Burst

There was Also, a Colorful & Eye-catching World

A Rainbow that Slowly, Ascends

Also, a Me

Ranting Incessantly

Voicing Out

All My Doubts in that Certain Space

So, you are still the problem, in this philosophical search for your own purpose of existence, and, although, you may run into walls and dead ends, with this sort of inquiries on your selves, you will, eventually, arrive at the RIGHT conclusions, and carry forth, with that added wisdom you’d gained, from your own life experiences.