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I just returned back to the States after 11 years in Taiwan with my daughter. Taiwan is an excellent base for us explore Asia, while living in relative (gun free) safety, while benefiting from a cheap and efficient national health care system. The people are amazing too. I have Taiwanese friendships that are 20 years old and I'm always making new ones! My coworker here in CO is from Taiwan.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

By All Means

I am the most precious gold
The golden vein leading to the mother load
The Old Mother in us all
Working overtime as usual
Overcoming

Compatriots abroad seek the meeker
“Weaker” sex as Viagra substitute
Aphrodisiac of vanity

Loneliness and inferiority
Complexes make men desperate
To prove collectively
What they subjectively lack

Just look around Taiwan here
Or Thailand, the Philippines, Korea
And see the old losers from home
Livin’ like sun burnt kings
Their only merit is their passports

At first pity these poor sisters
Slaves to the Confusist traditional inferiority
I can’t blame them for wanting freedom
What is love anyway in bondage?

Bondage from the body
Live like a ten-year-old girl
Your whole woman life
W/o breasts or hips
Or a mind to think yourself out with
Except to be devious
To bare male children only

The western man trades love away
For the trophy China doll
Willing and trained to be displayed
Different degrees of companionship
For them it is enough

I need it true and simple

I am vintage wine alone in a cellar
Gathering dust on the surface of my bottle
Internally a masterpiece in waiting
The wait is in the creation
Palatable only to the initiated

Western man a trader by nature
Kills the democracy to be an equal
A challenger in his own language
East and West are equal under God
But different philosophies, ideologies
Make politically quite unequal partners

I cant even have European lovers
So different are we
They’re afraid how to handle me
They can’t understand me
My dialogue, collective destiny

Even in my own starvation
Hunger and in weariness
I’ll not trade my treasure
For one spoonful of incompatibility

I dine with equals
Whoever they may be
I’ve no pretense of superiority

I am a forgotten map
Leading to a mystery
Both the map and its destination
The source and explanation
Are all contained inside me

Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Mine are awake and tired f/watching
Unless love is true
No secret agendas, plots and planning
But open understanding of choices, behaviors

Then by all means continue
W/ the destiny of mankind

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