Artistic feast

Hua Chen Yu is a talented composer and singer from China.He can rap as well as sing pop songs.He composes beautiful lyrics like a poem in emotional nuance.Junichi Mitsubori is an artist who sculpts with bean dough to make wagashi,a japanese desserts that is a piece of art in itself.He is also talented in writing poems with insight into the human heart and stirs your eyes and soul.

Dust after the fireworks

Watch the flying dust falling down

No one is aware of its existence

How free it is

But all of the world loves company

There's no place for me to be alone

I shouldn't be lost in thoughts all alone

Only me waiting in the silent desert

for the flowers to blossom

Only me watching others having fun

and subconsciously sighing on my own

Just let me listen to those grave rules

and not be willing to understand

There's nothing I should or shouldn't do

My heart houses an old child

If the world doesn't understand

I'll confess to my own shadow

Is it true that I'm the only one who's still asking

Why tomorrow will bring more

No remains of innocence can be found after the fireworks

Only me waiting in the silent desert

for the flowers to blossom

Only me watching others having fun

and subconsciously sighing on my own

Just let me listen to those grave rules

and not be willing to understand

Only me

Just me

How strange

I'm still sighing

Gusts of wind are blowing at me

Why does it never come back

As it goes the wind never comes back

Does it feel sad

that one can become numb so fast

Should it

Can it slow down

Laugh and don't hold back your happy feelings

Cry and don't hold back your tears

Why should my facial expressions be arranged by the world

I'm just me

I'm only me

only the spraying dust after the fireworks

Gusts of wind are blowing at me

As it goes the wind never comes back

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Hua Chen Yu .powerful lyric writing skills.I love it.

People.
 Forget the happiness you can't get from people.
 If you live reasonable in everything,
 I don't need people.
 It's rather bothersome.
 When you find out, it's just vain.
 
 The whole world is so useful.
 Sure enough, there's limbo and complaints about it.
 Why are you so vain?
 I don't know. It's because of people.
 
 Convenience and self-satisfaction
 
 Happiness?
 
 I don't want to.

By Junichi Mitsubori
 #色即是空
 #色っぽい事をすると空しくなる
 #人が嫌いな貴方も人
 #理論武装した莫迦
 #合理主義の成れの果て
 #絶対に忘れてはいけない
 #卍とは幸福の象徴

This is my soliloquy.
 
 To the charisma of the longing
 
 So cool. Self doesn't want to puke.
 
 It's such a cheesy little wave.
 
 I don't want it in manner.
 
 I don't know what to say.
 
 Because you're a lonely original.
 
 I want you to take care of yourself more.
 
 If you don't mind,
 
 Wobble is the way.
 
 It's the only one.
 
 Please don't leave me alone.

コレは私の独り言

憧れのカリスマに

カッコ悪いセルフは吐いて欲しくない

あんな陳腐な小々波なんかに

ゆらいでなんか欲しくない

誰がなんと言おうと

貴方は孤高のオリジナルなのだから

もっと自分を大切にして欲しい

貴方がゆらいでしまったら

ゆらぎゆらされ思い通り。

唯一無二よ

どうか私を一人にしないで

Confessions of a Female Chauvinist Sow

I have to eat my words and eat humble pie at the same time for having a biasedness against the males.I've assumed that since Asian females do most of the household chores in a family that Asian males are helpless and hopeless at shopping,cleaning,cooking or looking after children.Our fathers,husbands and sons played the role that we expected-taking care of the bread and butter issues while we became domestic goddess,they took care of finances,taxes and expenses ,we mended,sewed,marketed,cleaned,tidied,changedthe nappies,fed the kids,cooked and gossiped on trivialities.
       So my specs of prejudice dropped when I met guys who are spotless in cleaning,interior decorated their homes to stylish modes,male florists who know their blooms as well as me or cooked like a gourmet like Toshi and Nicholas Tse that I realised of my stereotypical view of the Asian male was unfair and prejudiced on my part.

A funny article by Anne Richardson Rolphe

I once married a man I thought was totally unlike my father and I imagined a whole new world of freedom emerging.Five years later,it was clear even to me-floating face down in a wash of despair-that I had simply chosen a replica of my handsome daddy-true.The updated version spoke English like an angel but-good God!-underneath he was my father exactly:wonderful,but not the right man for me.

  Most people I know have at one time or another been fouled up by their childhood experiences.Patterns tend to sink into the unconscious only to reappear,disguised,unseen,like marionette strings,pulling us this way or that.Whatever ails people-keeps them up at night-tossing and turning-also ails movements no matter how historically huge or politically important.The women's movement cannot remake consciousness,or reshape the future,without acknowledging and shedding all the unnecessary and ugly baggage of the past.It's easy ehough now to see where men have kept us out of clubs,graduate schools;it's easy enough to recognize the hidden directions that limit Sis to cake baking and Brother to bridge building;and it's now possible for even Miss America herself to identify what they have done to us,and of course they have and they did and they are....But along the way we also develop our own hidden prejudices,class assumptions and an anti male humour and collection of expectations that gave us,like all oppressed groups,a secret sense of superiority(coexisting with a poor self image.)

Why are there laws insisting on alimony and child support? Well,everyone knows that men don't have an instinct to protect their young and given half a chance,with the moon in the right phase,thy will run off and disappear.Everyone assumes a mother will not let her child starve,yet it is necessary to legislate that a father must not do so.We are taught to accept the idea that men are less than decent;their charms may be manifold but their characters are riddled with faults.To this day I never blink if I hear that a man has gone to find his fortune in South America,having left his pregnant wife,his blind mother and taken the family car.I still gasp in horror when I hear of a woman leaving her asthmatic infant for a rock group in Taos because I can't seem to avoid the assumption that men are naturally callous heels and women the ordained carriers of what little is moral in our dubious civilization.

 A better style of life may develop from an assumption that men are as human as we.Why not ask the child's father if he would like to bring up the child?Why not share the decisions,when possible,with the male? If we cut them out,assuming an old style indifference on their part,we perpetrate the ugly divisiveness that has characterised relations between the sexes so far.
   Hard as it is for many of us to believe,women are not really superior to men in intelligence or humanity-they are only equal.

As my kids in class pointed out in a debate half of woman is man,half of female is male.Point taken at their unbiased perceptions.So we do not assume that old age confers the person a sense of wisdom as sometimes there is no fool like an old fool.

humour of writer James Thurber

I enjoy laughing at the humourous stories of James Thurber as they're witty,subtle and hits at some hard truths.

(excerpt from Further Fables for Our Time)

The Shore and the Sea

A single excited lemming started the exodus,crying 'Fire!" and running toward the sea.He may have seen the "sunrise through the trees,or woken from a fiery nightmare,or struck his head against a stone,producing stars.Whatever it was,he ran and ran,and as he ran he was joined by others,a mother lemming and her young,a nightwatchlemming on nhis way home to bed,and assorted revelers and early risers.

       "the world is coming to an end!"they shouted,and as the hurrying hundreds turned into thousands,the reasons for their headlong flight increased by leaps and bounds and hops and skips and jumps.
       "The devil has come in a red chariot!"cried an elderly male."The sun is his torch!The world is on fire!"
        "it's a pleasure jaunt,"squeaked an elderly female.
        " A what? she was asked.
         'A treasure hunt!'cried a wild eyed male who had been up all night."Full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear."
          "It's a bear!" shoured his daughter."Go it!" And there were those among the fleeing thousands who shouted "Goats!" and "Ghosts!" until there were alomost as many different alarms as there were fugitives.

One male lemming who had lived lone for many years refused to be drawn into the stampede that swept past his cave like a flood.He saw no flames in the forest,and no devil,or bear,or goat.He had long ago decided,since he was a serious scholar,that caves of ocean bear no gems,but only soggy glub and great gobs of mucky gump.And so he watched the other lemmings leap into the sea and disappear under the waves,some crying"We are saved!"and some crying "We are Lost!" The scholarly lemming shook his head sorrowfully,tore up what he had written through the years about his species,and started his studies all over again.

MORAL: All men should strive to learn before they die what they are running from,and to,and why.