White Settlers, Newcomers, and the Indigenous 

White Settlers, Newcomers, and the Indigenous 

various indigeneus tribes had roamed freely
with wild animals and all other beings
on
this vast land
of North America.
it was so pristine and serene.
the natives subsisted in harmony with nature.
they had lived with a non-resistant way
like a willow tree effortlessly does
in the strong
wind.
everything had gone well
until the alien’s mass arrival from the West.

the White settlers came in full of boatloads
they invaded and occupied the land
they burnt tent villages
the raped women
they killed men
they rounded up elders and the rest
into those so-called Indian reserves
they took away kids and put them to Christian schools
for full Western’s culture assimilation.

nowadays, nobody could dare dispute the fact
aboriginal people were here first
so much longer
than ancestors
of anybody
else’s.

however, it doesn’t mean much
newcomers –
regardless
of
their skin colors: Black, White, Yellow, or Brown
or their cultural backgrounds: Polish, Latinos, Chinese, Vietnamese, Koreans, etc.
have always argued that they have had nothing to do with it.
it was the matter of the far past.
whether it was right or wrong;
nothing could be changed.
no one could amend it.

absolutely
no
guilt left
for the current inhabitants in North America
alas, indigenous people have continued their horrible plight;
they have been racially discriminated
right
on their own homeland
the so-called First Nations.

12-27-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
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On Art

On Art

I have witnessed endless arguments
about the very basic concept
of
what art really is
artists would go either to war or to a Satan’s hell
in defense of their own perception about art.

I bet you would laugh until your teeth fall off
if you heard your babysitter
asking you
“what is a child? please define it”

you might have your house flooded or being on fire
if your plumber asks himself “what the heck is plumbing?”
or your electrician wonders “what da hell is electricity?”

you would go bankruptcy
in case, your accountant doesn’t know about “what accounting is”
and
so on…

do you trust those people’s skills?
don’t
you think
they are idiots in their trades or profession?

it could be worst
you could be put on a death row
waiting for your day
of
being executed
if your lawyer does not know about the laws.

back to the senseless question
“what is art?”
it’s but an obsession
that has tortured the most sane mind
of any so-called artist’s
in the modern
day

if you are a person of imagination and creation
let’s not talk nonsense about art
art is not for anyone
to talk about
but to create it
regardless how shitty it could be.

c’mon
just do it
you’d be able to create a piece of shit
that might help you achieve your wild dream
of
being well-known
and being rich with millions of bucks
when while you’re still
kicking
alive

why not?

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
12-25-2017

On Christmas Eve 

On Christmas Eve – Tanka

it flurries tonight
those who wish a white Christmas
you get what you dream of
it’s nice in your cozy home
but chilly for the homeless

Thao Chuong
Dec. 24, 2017

The White Christmas 

The White Christmas

it’s warm and cozy
by high heat from the woodstove
through the glass window
I’ve been watching glazing fire
while thinking of the homeless

Thao Chuong
12-24-2017

On the White Christmas Day 

On the White Christmas Day

instead of going out for a walk early in the morning.
I shoveled snow on my driveway.
I sometimes stopped to catch a breath.
I looked around,
then
up
and down.

the sky was gray.
the ground was white.
from
earth to heaven,
everything was fully covered
by a unique white and gray blanket.

the city looked as if it were a ghost town.
roads were nearly deserted.
once in awhile,
a lone vehicle crawled by.

it was abnormally quiet
like in a cemetery
except
clattering sound
from metal blade scraping on frosty asphalt
when a snow-plow truck quickly rumbled by.

the air was fresh
but it was too condensed for the lungs
and also too chilly for the fingers.

shoveling snow ain’t an easy task
for old folks
like me
but
I guess
it would be the fair price
we must pay for our fancy dream of a white Christmas.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
12-25-2017

Christmas Spirit 

Christmas Spirit 

Christmas
is
no longer
a genuine reason
for the jolly celebration
of Jesus Christ’s holy birthday.

nowadays,
Christmas is
but purely a burglary
through which commercial thieves rob its true spirit.
they skillfully set up their money-making traps;
so they could lure their victims to shopping malls
with the clear intention
of
legally
pickpocketing
to the last cent from every shopper’s wallet.

after the very short time of joy
from cheery season
the faked X-mad
for
gifts,
it will come the very long time of stress
when many people go broke
and drowned in the deep sea of debts .

Christmas,
itself
alone
must be considered
as the best sacred gift.

whether you’re a believer or not
let’s
forget
about shopping for presents.
bring the holy Christmas back to its original meaning.

Merry Christmas to all you

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
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Please Help, God! 

Please Help, God! 

you can kneel down and pray
until your last day
on
earth.

your prayer might help you retain some of your false hope.
it could also psychologically douse off your flaring anxiety.
however,
it
doesn’t
change the reality.

more over, your God must be extremely busy
in
dealing
with billions of prayers
which are more urgent than yours.

c’mon.
give Him a break.
amen.

stop
praying.
lift your butts up
and deal with your own problem by yourself.

maybe you find a better outcome than the one you keep praying for.
you never know,
if you don’t try.

your God must be happy to know
you’re on your own.
amen.

Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Tran.

Sexual Harassment

Sexual Harassment

I know for sure,
when
I was young 
but old enough to fool around
I
fell in love
and tumbled out of love
with various girls at different time.

I might have done many crazily sexual encounters with them
such
as
kissing their lips,
fondling their breasts,
rubbing their sexy butts,
and last but not least, having sex with them
in bed,
in a bush,
or on the backseat of a vehicle, and so on…

it has been too long for me to recall in details
of
what
and with whom
I have done for a very long time ago.

I feel how lucky
I’m
as a nameless man.
I have no need to dig into my past
too
far back
thirty years or forty years ago,
unlike those celebrities who have to defend themselves,
from
being accused
of sexual harassment.

nowadays, even if a female is mature, in full consent, and in total control.
ain’t it sound legally safer to ask for
either a written permission
or a waiver
prior
to having
any sexual encounter with her?

Dec, 06, 2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Human’s Living Time 

Human’s Living Time 

man immerses himself in make-believe,
“time
is
money”.
he is always busy
spending most of his time to go after big profit.

his overbooked schedule is so full
no time left
for
a quick break
let alone any time
to spend billions of dollars that he has already made.

money in a bank
like sand
in
a desert
if unused or untouched
it would be actually useless.

man wastes most his time to make money
when he becomes too old
to have any time
left
for his living.
it’s too late for him to be aware of the cold fact
impossible to trade money back for time
even millions of dollars
for just only
one more
extra
day.

spending time to make a living sounds very odd;
wouldn’t man better spend his time to make a better life?

30-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet
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