LOG#20181221

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EVERY MOMENT WE ARE MOVING MOUNTAINS

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Why do we discuss problems which we can do nothing about—waste of breath
Why don’t we sit in silence to do what we can—breathe gratitude into the depths

of soul

It is no one’s job to love us; privileged we are if our mother has the strength to,
if any, left from birthing the universe that is us

It is no one’s job to protect us; privileged we are if our father has the gentleness to,
if any, left from being displaced by injustice since before he was born

It is no one’s job to support and guide us; privileged we are
if our friends and teachers have the compassion to,
if any, slaved and toiled for, from the rare opportunities of blessed freedom

It is our job to love, to protect, to support, to guide ourselves;
It is our job to live with dignity no matter our circumstances;
It is our own growth and strength we must pursue,
and our own respect we must earn

Every moment we are moving mountains, wrestling time, conversing with our mind;
So dance with madness, not suffer it; orchestrate peace, not demand it

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AM I THE MAN BEFORE OR AFTER THE WHISKY

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A faithful husband asks his wife,

“Am I the man before or after the whisky?”

The godly woman replies,

“Dearest love, you are the hand
that lifts the glass
to cheers the strong ladies
in awe of their inner beauty;

You are the heart that makes toast
to honour your brothers for their victories
earned from humble beginnings;

You are the tears you choke back and swallow
for the animals abandoned
and the forests burning in agony;

You are the midnight purging of music and poetry;

You are the man before and after the whisky,
An example for your son,
A shield for your daughter,
A man of old country.”

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LIT#200911-Youthful Love And Eternal Love

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eternal love

youthful love

我真的一點都不孤獨

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今天是整年最熱的吧

翻了幾次身，脫了剩條內褲

都還是睡不著，

微動都會流汗這樣

睡衣還是穿了回去

腦子中打轉 這樣子好久了

幾秒？幾天 ？ 年 ？輩子？

今晚浮出了⋯好多，好多

好多，好多⋯

好多的⋯面貌，

好多的大家，你們

都在耶。。一直都⋯，

想到這兒，終於⋯

哭了出來。奇特的是⋯！

窗外面的夜空⋯

在我崩淚的同時下起了雨 

這天不像是會下雨呀

陪伴著我一起哭泣嗎 ？

就這樣想吧 ⋯謝謝夜晚，

你也沒離開過吧 我知道了⋯

我終於明白了⋯

我真的

真的不寂寞

一點都不

LOG#20200814

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Each space in time I create for myself I discover new world wonders. Time dissolves as I pry at these secret gems, as I listen in awe of their ordinary talks. So many signs appearing. It means I am seeing. My heart propagates a deepening respect for our nature and the fog clears from the window of soul. With each approaching moment, facing uncertainty is inevitable and somehow we are so blessed with the simplicity of having only to choose fear or choose excitement. Learn decisiveness. Regrets are not necessary. Leap over the many traps of conformity and conventionalism lurking between self-being…between honest reflections, professional integrity, and innovative originality. Engage observations and reflections until it becomes second nature. Defy nature’s challenges with nature’s creative potentials. Everyday freedom is taking full responsibility and zero credit. When annoyance and anger come on, there is simply an issue of communication, so find resolve by improving upon it. Play chess.

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* make peace with the complex pathways of my value derivatives; creativity is king

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LOG#20200810

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Many times over I said I was ready. I was not ready but preparing for the moment I’d be. I had been vigilant and careful in the rewiring of this complex machine. I hired myself to be an engineer for it. The regular people would believe me to be a terrorist of sorts as truth is terror to them. Of the worlds I entertain, cowardice is not one. Cowards have ego and corruption to please and I do no business with such. I rather celebrate today and reconstitute desires into humility. It wasn’t fake. It all had weight. Imagination is a valuable plant that bears unimaginable fruits. I had promised to cherish each seed from the brown envelope. No matter how wrong and insignificant and lost in the open they seemed, I gave them everything I had. Shone a light of faith upon their hunger and dripped tears of hope upon their thirst. I buried them in a frightless, cradling dark until clarity would emerge. Even the worst would come around and begin praying. What must prevail is an honesty for which I’d die defending. This time I am ready because I finally know I will never be.

Each moment a new match with fate. Give it all. You’ll win some and you’ll lose some. Each time a little stronger.

BETWEEN EVERY STEP

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The path I walk is a forever one
Between every step I stand

Between every step I stand
at a fork and decide yet again my fate
Alone, together
Lost, united
I stand dignified in public
Defeated in private

I stand for nurturing fathers and dutiful mothers
I stand with my vulnerable brothers and courageous sisters
I stand upon the shoulders of gentle giants
And I walk toward eternal poetry

I walk on a path paved by the revolutionaries
That fought relentlessly against cruelty and tyranny,
That fought their own fears of death and uncertainty

I stand for justice and dreams

Between every step I stand and ponder
the possibilities of peace and wonder
Between every step I give a moment of silence
for the personal sacrifices that birthed this sound surrender

—KING

UNTIL

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write a thousand times
until all becomes mine
until fame and glory cease to matter
and I am a King
but amongst Kings
with far greater minds

i’ll grieve harder, cry louder,
sing until the wind cracks,
dance until the ground pleads rest
and i’ll laugh
until misery tires,
i’ll love
until hate surrenders

MPK MANIFESTO

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Pay attention to the certain airs stench of false conservatism and abused liberties; some of us are breathing it heavy and exhaling an ever potent version of it. Most pitiful virus of all must be our self-fulfilling pessimism; decadence of sensitivity. Forthcoming is a sovereign government in which operates in a parallel spaceless dimension, unseen and non-disruptive, still yet a constructive force of change. Strategies informed by the wisdoms of nature; systems mirroring the laws of the universe, and finally, her revolutionaries acting in accordance, engaging in the transmutation of energies into what defies gossiping chatters and unfounded belief systems erected out of abusive egos and lusts for significance. In the eyes of the natural law, egotistic foolishness become no more than mere noise fading away as swiftly as they came. The King must show mercy to his sons; the fools who are so blind to mother’s love, her deeper, most beautiful truths. Cowardice creatures have yet to find maturity and guidance, for they act out of a desperation defined by an obsessive desire to maximize pleasure and minimize pain..strayed far from a conviction of greater purpose, destined for a hell of their own superstition…I must show compassion. I must learn love. It is absolutely erroneous to criticize, to demonize and to release any judgement on behalf of God, for God does not judge and he who judges, has no god in him. Perfection is attainable but only through the acknowledgement and appreciation of each failure and defect.