Eastern Talent, Eastern Beauty
Eastern Talent Eastern Beauty ©
By
Michael Casey
This is a piece of writing I should never write, never ever write
As you know I love Kdramas
I love the East
My wife was a Shanghai girl
So I always look East
Now as I read the news I read of yet another Death
We all love our Stars, they entertain us and we really Love them
But we can also break them
So offer Love and Peace to our stars
Sadly as I read the Press I see “dead eyes” not the “cool” look
But the actual “dead eyes”
The Eyes are the Mirror of the Soul
Sadness is always revealed in the eyes
So Please Please Please everybody
Everybody especially in the East, Japan, Korea, Taiwan
And China too and everywhere that way
Let your stars have a bad hair day
Let them look normal and not Picture Perfect
Let them just be like you and just like me
To preserve their Sanity
As for the stars I suggest they have a “scruffy friend”
The door man or the street cleaner outside their building
A glimpse of reality amongst all the makeup
Somebody in tattered clothes who can never afford quality
Because a real friend is a real friend, not a star vying for popularity
And if you are in the Star Business, a better friend is outside that world
And if you need help then get help
Help is not in a bottle, nor in a needle, or up your nose
You need to keep yourself grounded so you can fly
If you like, be like a kite, have somebody at the end of that string
Somebody you trust/respect/love who’ll tug you down and guide you
When you get too close to the sun
If you are lucky very lucky you can do that yourself
But in reality, everybody needs somebody or something
So whatever life brings, you are not alone
If you see the sad eyes in the mirror when you comb your hair
Then do something about it
Sing a song, eat chocolate, and if they stay then you may need
To have a break, have a getaway
Sad eyes, dead eyes, are your very soul warning you
Be careful, be happy, don’t be sad, call a friend or call out to your God
But don’t let the sad eyes stay, you need help in some way
It may be just a passing cloud, as poets write
But if the clouds linger, then you need to be humble enough
To ask for help, and never lie to yourself
Ask and Light will come, just turn on that switch.
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