Searching in the Darkness, for Recent Memories…

I’d been searching in the dark lately, quite a lot, actually, for recent memories, any one, but, no matter how I WRECKED my brains, nothing surfaces to my mind.

Searching in the darkness, for recent memories, don’t you know, that memories only exist, where we can see?  And that, the darkness, that place, was saved, for the forgotten, the gone-away, memories…

what do you think you’ll be finding like this, huh???  Not my photograph.

Searching in the darkness, for recent memories, I’d looked up (not that I can tell which way’s up or down, it’s dark???  Hello, hello, hello???), and then, down, it’s just, not going well these days!  Searching in the darkness, for recent memories, any one of them would do, but NO, there IS none, NOT since you’d left me hanging high, and dry!

Searching in the darkness, for recent memories, and yet, what, do I find?  Absolutely, NOTHING, and, you KNOW that you can’t see diddily SQUAT without light, unless, of course, you’re, a nocturnal creature…what do you think you’ll be finding like this, huh??? Not my photograph.

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The Day & Night Cafe, No. 4

Life, as a fake, translated…

After Sipping Up that Final Sip of Café Vienna, I’d Gotten Up

Decided to Take the Trains Southbound to Vienna in the Night, He, Who’s Japanese-German

Fluent in German, Recalled How His People Were Defeated in World War II

Life was Like an Auction, with the Highest Bidders Winning

like this???  Not my photograph…

And, After the War, Those Who’d Made the Low Bids Dropped out One by One

The Two Still Standing, Fighting to Win;

The Auctions of Love is Full of Dangers

The Auctioneers can Only Laugh & Make Fun of Themselves

And, There May be, Falsified Love Here as Well

We Needed to Wait Until the Show’s Over to Know the Truth

Understanding, How Every Move is Hinting at Something Else

Like a Kiss, that was, a Kiss Goodbye

A Hug, for the Final Last Time

which one is the real me, I’m totally confused here!  Not my photograph…

That Keyring of Happiness, is a Memorabilia

Continuous, the Beginning is the End, the End, Beginning

But, I Couldn’t Get at, that Tear I’d, Wiped Off My Cheeks

From that Bath I’d Taken Before

Pushing the Doors Outward, Feeling the Fourth & Fifth Spinal Column Ache Lightly

Was Virgil, Was Aldermann, Elderly?

Must be, Confused with the Time then?  Everyone Was Once Young & Pretty

The Young Lovers, Flew Away Together, But it Never Lasts, He’d Insisted

the distorted versions of the self, not my artwork…

That Giving Up is Not Giving in, She Does, Love Him, Just Couldn’t, be with Him Forever

Turned Out, that Was, Their Last Time, Especially, Arousing, Especially, Sexual

He’d Walked Toward the Crowd in the Clock Tower, Fully Dressed

The Fakes Looked Good on the Outside, and Only He Knew, His Own, Worthlessness

Afterwards, there Shall be, No Clocks, No Way to Tell Time

Nobody Shall, Ever Know, Nothing Had, Happened Here

So, this, is someone’s realizations, that everything s/he desired, was absolutely, NOTHING of importance, and, instead of changing the ways, changing one’s own behaviors, this character just, keeps on living, in the untrue forms of himself…

Waking You Up with My Love Every Day

Wake up, sleepy heads!!!  Translated…

On their days off, my kids would always sleep in until noon, and, I’d suspected, if they all, inherited my dozing off genes—whenever there’s the opportunity to, we’d all fallen asleep, and, nothing can wake us up.

As for my “sleepiness”, I got that from my dad, and maybe, it’s because of how hard he’d worked during the workweek, every time the weekends rolled around, pops would not only get up late, and, after his lunch, he’d managed, to doze off until dusk, and, nothing (the phone ringing, the children playing loudly), or even, an earthquake, can wake him up.

the gentle touches of a father…photo from online

I don’t pale by comparison to my dad, the most trouble dad ever had was, waking me up for school in the morn.  Not only did he need to use all his limbs to pull me out of bed, and he’d had to, force me out of my bedroom, then, mission accomplished, otherwise, in a blink of an eye, I’d, fallen over, and fallen asleep once more.  In order, to get that one extra second of shuteye, and before bedtime, I’d finished up my homework, prepared my backpack for school in the morn, and put on my socks and uniform, so I can just, get up and go the next morn.

And, as I’d become a parent myself, naturally, it’d become, my duties, to wake my child up in the morn.  But I was lucky, to have, married a good man, he’d gotten up, at the alarm sounding off, and waken me up, then, went to get the kids.  My eldest was okay, but my younger one, seemed to have, gotten it from me, he wasn’t at all, cooperative.  This made me recalled, how hard my dad must’ve had it when I was younger?  I’d recalled, that my father always had enough patience, to make sure I get waken up, must’ve been trying on him.

time to get up, baby girl!  Not my photo…

Maybe, not wanting to get out of my bed in the morning was a way that I’d played coy, my way of, enjoying that special love from my father; and now, as I’d gone past midlife, I’d started, carrying this thought to my heart, I’d, come to realize it all too late.  I will, take advantage of our meals shared in the futures, to tell my dad who’s had that difficult look on his face, “It’d been trying on you, thank you, for waking me up every single day, dad!”

So, it wasn’t until this woman became a mom, did she realize, how hard it was, for her father, to get her out of bed in the morning, because she has one child who’s exactly like her, and, this made her appreciate the kind gestures of waking her up, of making sure she’s ready for school in the morning that her own dad had done in her younger years.

I’m a Security Guard, and All I Ask For, is a Little Bit of Dignity

Off the Front Page Sections, translated…

Recently, there was an incident of beating by a resident of the homeowner’s board and the murdering of a security guard in Hsinbei City, and it’d, touched me.

There are more and more people working in the security guard industries, but, the status quos are lowered, and they’re, not getting the recognitions they deserved, a lot of people looked down on those who work as security guards, and, believed that there’s no future in the work as a security guard.  Once the security guard gets hired, he’d become an employee; especially in the residential buildings, they’d needed to, follow the commends of the residents, getting controlled by the homeowner associations, needed to watch people’s faces, and pay close attention to the ups and downs of the residents.  As they’re on duty, they’d needed to show their care and concerns, and couldn’t offend the residents, and needed to handle an assortment of business that occurred in the residences, they’re often, living under great duress.  And, the better residents would show the security guards more respect, and, there are those bad residents who would make troubles for them too, blaming them for not doing their job well enough at all, and even, beating and hackings too.long hours, with miminum pay, not my photo…

The security guards’ work is around the clock, 24/7, and, no matter what the weather was like, they’d needed to go to work, and are under enormous duress, more frankly stated, the wages earned by the security guards are among the lowest, in correspondences to their workloads, with long hours, other than the most basic wages, there are, rarely any raises, increases in their pays, or other bonuses or discounts to speak of.  But most of the workers do it without any complaints, and just, stay on their work post dutifully.

Currently, the population makeup of security guards composed of members of the younger generations who couldn’t find better work, along with some who are already retired but preferred to stay busy in their lives, and those who’d needed the extra paychecks too.  Although they don’t get paid as much, and, the level of work is considered a bit lower, but just like workers in any other industries, they’d, worked hard, to earn their own separate living.  Think about it: if a building is without any security guards, then, it would be quite, dangerous, wouldn’t it?  And this showed, the importance of the work of these individuals.

And, I hope, that the residents, the public can, show a little more respect to the security guards working, or maybe even, a little bit more encouragements; especially, I’d hoped, that the government can improve the working conditions of the security guards as well, so they can have a safer environment to work in.

watching over the local communities here…not my photograph…

So, this is based off of someone’s observations, and, the individual is right, on how the long hours, and the hard works put in by the security guards were often, taken for granted, because we expect these people who worked for us to do what they’re supposed to, and, we’re, paying them for watching over our communities, we often believed, that we can be mean to them, because they’re under us, as we’d, hired them, but hey, they might be able to, get higher paying jobs, and just, chose to, work in our buildings, keeping us safe.

On the Subject of the Oceans! A Poem

Translated…

The Flying Fish Used the Lustrous Scales, Made Me

Weighty; I was Still Thinking:

Should I, Let the Waves Die on the Beaches, or

Have you, Come Toward My Sharpened Knife?the fish leaping out of the oceans, photo from online…

It’s Truly, Contemplative, Eternity

And Instant, Which One is Longer?

Or, Which One’s Hidden?  The Oysters and the Hibiscuses

The Pearl, the Moonlight, Which One is

More Extravagant?  Brighter?

The Memories Felt So Unreal, Like I’m

Exaggerating!  How Do I, Declare What Goes on in the World?

the ship used by natives to fish…photo from online…

The Promises Became Like the Casted Nets So False, Yet, Still

Carried the Need, to Cross the Galaxies, to Rearrange the Stars to Your Liking

Hey Ocean!

How Do I Tell You My Location

So the Ships Will Understand that I’m Not

Like the Lighthouses that Glowed from the Shores

There’s, that sense of tired of being everything to someone, the burdens of being someone’s one and only from this, and, this, will become burdensome, if you allowed someone, to depend on you this much.

The Changes in Dad

Making an adjustment to one’s own beliefs, and making a change for the better, translated…

Dad’s been visiting the furniture shops a lot lately, turns out, he’d wanted to switch the double bed in his bedroom that he’d shared with mom into two single beds.  Sleeping separately from mom, was a huge breakthrough for him, who’s very traditional, and, it’d, surprised us all.

A few years ago when my dad started getting ill, mom started wanted to sleep separately, because both their qualities of sleep weren’t so well, and they’d needed the sleeping pills to help them sleep at night; and after my father fell ill, he’d become, emotionally unstable, would get up a lot in the middle of the nights, causing mom’s to sleep even worse.  And, fearing dad’s bad tempers, she’d, kept everything in.

In order to help mom out, I’d found an excuse, to shop for the drapes, to change up the settings of their bedrooms, hoping to make them both more comfortable, but, it didn’t help at all.  Perhaps, dad found my signal, that was why, he’d made this, unexpected decision; although mom said it wasn’t that big a deal, but, she’d looked, softer now.  The changes in dad, it’d made us realized, that he can, be a gentle man too.

So, the gestures of love of this man toward his wife, finally came, and, because the man realized, that he’d, kept his wife awake through the nights, and, that was what probably caused a lot of their fights, and, sleeping well is the key, to a healthy lifestyle, and so, this man made a change, to help improve the interactions between his wife and himself.

Typewriter, a Short Prose

Things that became, outdated, a metaphor for a marriage, to this character here, translated…

She’d used the typewriter to practice her English keyboarding skills.  But after graduation, the typewriter became outdated.  After that, the computers became more and more advanced by the year, soon enough, she’d, forgotten, that typewriter once, existed in this world.  Until tonight in a movie, she saw a typewriter again, and got reminded of how she’d, spent six months with it, and back then, she’d entered into key entry competitions with him too.  Some say, that not seeing what you forgot means you don’t need it anymore.  After the movie, she was, lost in thought for a very long time…………

The very next morning, she’d called him up, told him she agreed to the divorce he asks her for.

cracked open and broke, so fragile…not my photo…

So, after this enlightening, the woman finally decided, that it’s, time she should, let go of something that’s outdated (not the typewriter, but her own marriage!), and, her remembering using the typewriter was a sort of a nostalgia this woman needed, to find closure to her own marriage, and, after seeing the typewriter in the movie, she’d, found the closure she’d needed, and finally, agreed, to divorce the man she was married to.  It’s a wonder, how something that’s totally unrelated to anything else, can give you such a wakeup call, isn’t it???