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Kimvalrie: "Is That So?"
Having wrapped the hair in a bath towel,
I've crowned myself.
Am I now a pope, or a queen?
Adorned with gold and silver accessories,
My name is Kimvalrie.
As a pope, I stand before a stained glass window;
As a queen, I wear a crown with pearl tassels.
Both trapped in quandaries;
Neither can discern truth from lies;
Can’t help questioning: Is that so?
Is this right?
Read: Original Hanzi/Kanzi version by Kimvalrie -- 金包銀: 「敢按呢?」
(2022)
Kimvalrie: "Now What?"
From eons ago;
From outer space;
Aware that nothing lasts.
Nothing concerns me;
I’m here only to study;
My name is Kimvalrie.
Studies require interacting with earthlings;
At times, I mind their business;
At times, I act mischievous.
No need for earthly worship;
No desire for longevity.
If convenient, I guide the curable;
For sure, I leave alone the incurable.
Those craving greedily are ignorant and in agony;
Those viewing from afar get to dance happily.
Read : Kimvalrie's original Hanzi/Kanzi version--金包銀: 「今嘛擱按怎?」
(2022)
Sometime After The Beginning
Our eyes and light touch
Colors emerge; so do changes
What are we in this?
Hanzi/Kanzi Translation--
太初不久
眼和光接觸
萬色顯，變化出現
而我們又是?
(2024)
We The People...?
We the people
Have been told
We’re all created equal
Yet, it’s like someone has
“Pampered” me into believing
I am a queen of a nation
High and above, in contemplation
Whether to have a man
In front of me, down on his knees
Executed
Some say my eyes look gentle,
Even merciful
But being this high above
I feel numbingly comfortable
How guilty this man needs to be
Really doesn’t matter to me
I’m here to decide and give orders
Someone else
Will take care of the rest
Accountability? None
Still –
I vaguely feel a void
I feel someone
Is fooling me
I feel something
Is behind the scene
Calling the real shots
While granting me this illusion
That I am the one
Making all the decisions
Do you have the same feelings?
Are we being sidelined?
Are we kept blind?
Are we all made equal in that…
We are all turned delusional?
Are those behind the scene
Above us?
Have we mistaken them to be
Part of us?
Note to myself:
Do not take this lightly
We the people
(2024)