: About Me

I am just below 30 looking up, and by the time you read this 30 will probably be below me and I will have aged some more.

I have travelled world  wide, I am currently in Europe but my heart will always be in China where I lived and studied and worked for nearly 7 years. I am fluent in Chinese language, reading, writing, speaking etc...

In the future I want to have translations of Chinese philosophy published, I am translating myself the DAO DE JING Tao Te Qing by LAO ZI Lao Tsu. In my poems I like to focus on the duality of nature and the fact that in the end it all ends, and that's why it began, the only real death is the death of death itself which prevents life.

I have a Masters degree in Teaching English, a BA in Poli Sci, and a certificate that says I have pretty good Chinese.

The world is a sad place, and unfortunately I believe all beauty comes from sadness, or most. And that is the duality of nature. We can see beauty, but when we see or read art with a doleful tone, then we feel beauty. Beauty and sadness are like day and night, they create each other. It's why so many Authors commit suicide, are drunkards, depressed, addicted, and the greatest novels "Ann Karenina" are about the beauty and sadness of life.

My passion is ...

to humble myself and please God. Language. Mandarin Chinese.

I know too much about ...

More than most but still almost nothing.

Why I write ...

To find beauty...and sometimes just to play with words.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Haruki Murakami, Jack Karouac...

My inspiration ...

Faith. Jack Kerouac. Lao Zi (Lao Tse/Tsu/Zu). Asian culture.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: China

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China Pre dawn stillness Breathless, breeze blown mist from secretive bamboo forests Inhaled It's a part of us now Tranquil spirits, spirited away Mysterious mountain tops Peaceful peaks shooting past the shoots The night fades into day as black creates white Eternity Urban lights Neon nights reflecting from freshly bathed asphalt Luxury automobiles like predators eyes glow Flying freeways leave red and white tracers Traces of the past Past the modern architecture Court yards stand stoic in the night Weeping willows crying in the wind As families emerge hand in hand from the darkness Contr...

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