ciao, angel



blue wind fly fast
fall white flower on mountain top
lightning kiss
human face flower swim
every night eat moonlight
ride white jade horse
dance before phoenix
flying up like peacock tail
kiss white flower
hundred finger play flute
hair like silver fish
skin as milk

...

railway station pull me, cry
locomotive carry away my angel
i love-sick : thousand black
flower go sad
long tears murmuring wash broken heart
resentment spring wind
come to my heart


we shadow sleep together on bed
sad dream back mountains thousand miles away
window cold star little
laying bed look moonlight
bitter tears cry white flower
dream broken heavy sad
night wind come, jade flute song
stop, my angel where?

tears wet sing: sing thousand song
water, float cloud suddenly broke
cricket sing not sad
yellow leaf fall sad
little rain


there is no wine in empty bottle
how many memories, how many love
water long long murmuring long long sad


let me alone

sad before sad
after long dream love
part easy meet difficult
flower sad in rain
love only sad know
i not think just feel love far away

kiss blue wind

fly

blue sky world
when we meet again on what mountain
white flower?

a poem from walasse ting, born 1929

there is a 94 year old woman in the nursing home, named 'E', who i recently went to see. part of the reason i wanted to see her was to make some kind of peace with her. but due to extreme circumstances i am thinking against contacting her again.

her daughter and son in law, who are in their 70's now are rather sick people. i knew them for some time and found out that the son in law has a thing for small girls. he even created child porn for a number of years. i want nothing to do with these people but 'E' has told me that she loves them and that i am exaggerating about the people she loves. she doesn't want me to bring up the subject of child abuse in her presence because she thinks i am playing games. the last time i saw her her daughter was there in the morning to see her and she had the adacity to tell her about me and my life.

she doesn't understand or respect my reasons for no contact. i am sick about it, just want to pay her a friendly visit, but am bombarded by the other crap.
in order to keep some kind of dignity i am not going back to see 'E'. what is wrong with people to keep covering up for those that are truly sick, and blame the ones bearing truth?