we all arrived

We all arrived at this place by incidental fate,
and accidentally stayed,
for so long
a place where we were to only pass through
and move on along

But instead...
we stayed and strayed...

Tears after tears, we prayed
for a little more, rather early than late,
to fill our empty plates,
to feel somewhat at home,
but a strange face in a strange place

Years after years, we strayed
from place to place
but we never really got out of here
and headed nowhere

not a single chance

From time to time, we ran into each other
here and there, but we never really met
except one after another
pseudo face

A strange place, indeed, to stay
and that's all I have to say

(Photo from Gregg-Niceblog:Notso's)

the rainbow road

The rainbow road

is a forever dream

that i have always dreamt

in the countless sleepless nights

I always wake up in hope to find it

down the hilly dirty road

over the next mountain ridge

and below

I am willing to go

as far as the Northern Pole

And I hum --

Ah, the rainbow road,

take me to the rainbow's row

and let the good times roll

before the days grow old...

and our souls are tolled...

new hope

finally, a new hope and real possibility came from a foreign land... who says it's impossible or impractical??!!


World's largest solar power plant
September 5, 2006 10:11 AM PDT
cnet news

Germany isn't the sunniest of countries, but it is a hotbed of solar power. And now it's home to what the companies involved are calling the world's largest solar electric power plant. On Friday, Silicon Valley-based SunPower marked the dedication of the Gut Erlasee Solar Park, a 12-megawatt facility located amid cropland near the Bavarian town of Arnstein. SunPower's solar cells are used in about one-third of the "mover" panels--from German solar technology company Solon--that tilt and rotate to stay facing the sun throughout the day.

Credit: Daniel Karmann

a lost chapter

I Am So

I am so down, so down
that I feel almost optimistic

From the deepest dark corner of it
a million light years away
That voice keeps coming and coming
to tickle me, tackle me
suffocating me

I feel so sick, so sick, so sick of it
that I am almost happy

You were so pretty, so pretty
The sweetest thing I have ever kissed
a million eons ago
on the street
outside the ancient Forbidden City

We kissed, we giggled, and we wiggled
And we kissed more
We were so almost happy

It was all so pretty, so pretty, and so so
realistic
that we could not ignore

It was all so real, so real
So unrealistically real
and so ridiculously a thrill
that it all seem really not so long ago
when you put the time on hold
and said
Behold
We are for real

Then, gradually, you're gone
fading into the oblivion
while your voice lingers on
Behold Behold
We are for real

I feel so sick so sick
and so tickled of it
that I am almost happy

And so tickled...

Ch. 3 -- In My Own Pool

I open my eyes and close my self
dislike to see what I see of myself
in the mirror of terror

Dream fools
Depression rules

Today stands still
like a forgotten shadow of an abandoned ancient mill
nothing's real or unreal
It may not instantly kill
but sure it grinds down a good man's will

Tomorrow comes and goes
skipping Today every time
straight to Yesterday's hollow grave
Which may not be a crime
but sure it brings no hopes for any of the young and brave
or the old and rave

Alcohol fools
Depression rules

I stand still in the middle of the one-way Time Street
counting days come and days go
More than once or twice I lost count of my sheep
having been startled by the squealing shriek
of the coming of Tomorrow

Time fools
Depression rules

I close my eyes and open my self
by the Time's empty shelf
I am glad to see I am only my own fool
drowning in my own pool
of sorrow

Photo Copyright: Przemyslaw Lyskawa

chapter 2

The Shanghai Boulevard

When I wobbled down the boulevard
Feeling more dizzy than high
under a paled moon in a silky blue scarf
Like a veiled lantern over the western sky

I giggled
loud enough for me to hear
when I struggled
to look for another round of beer
before the day come to light

I startled
two, or three, shadowy guards who stood
upright
at the gate of the American Consulate
that only works for the American expats
living in the neighborhood

I grumbled
feeling more hazy than right
when I stumbled by
under a dangling frail light
above their military hats
They turned to look
but never moved
That was good

When the night's getting paler and deader
I was so glad that
I found my next stop for a cheer
right around the corner
at the end of Shanghai Boulevard

I could hear it so clear
when I tumbled down the fading morning moon light
the broken-up radio waves pounding in my heavenly channeled ear
And I chuckled with delight that
I had had some fun the night
before

Photo Copyright: Oliver Oliver

chapter one

Above the gray sky in the violence of solace
a crow flies
a flight of no effort in the silence
of supersonic speed.

drawing traces of ripples only in a man's mind of stillness
while he cries
to the wilderness of emptiness
above.

Beneath the subconsciousness
like the moss upon an seasoned old tree
i crawl
upon a journey to the known futures of uncertainty
a designed destiny by the divined broken promises
sticking in my craw
like a snake swimming upstream the cripple creak
i fall
every step i take
heavily back into the downstream
beneath.

while i can still hear in the roar of solace
of his deafening supersonic silence
in my other ear.