A poem for the second month.

I’ll wait for you
even if hours turned into days
days into weeks
weeks into months
months into years.

Today is Chinese New Year. It coincides to the European Calendar except that it one month later. There is probably a meaning to this because China is also famous for the snow and the ski during the winter season and Beijing is not really far from Vancouver because of the junction of the detroit of Behring.

Sometimes our agendas are very crowded that you cannot finish quickly your course you take even home. You have to give yourself some time. Probably one day everything will go smoothly.

Love my calendar.

It’s a long poem, but I had so much to say.

In small country of Bhutan the astrologists create horoscopes for every year. If they see that some months or days have malevolent star combinations, they inform their king about it. The king just crosses ‘a bad’ month or day off the calendar, and puts there another date, which is lucky. That is why Bhutan can have two Augusts and no July, for example. This is a very good way to make yourself happy by removing things you don’t need in your life. Step eleven.

A while ago I would publish some rants on LiveJournal. When deciding to write some more, I decided to inflict them on Triond instead. Enjoy, and discuss

A short poem about passing time written to pass some time. A moment is recorded and therefore of increased significance. "I was here."

Acrostic poem for Easter.