Poetry: Favorite

You who lie and cheat and steal
Your silver tongue spins to the beat when it's playing
We who stand to watch and wait
Stay silent
The dance of seduction that you possess
Draws in crowds at peak moments
The weight of your pockets
You call your gain
But it is also the mass of your sins
Nothing you have I want.

Those above praise
Look! Look at this one who does
Look! Look at how they perform
Look! Look at the progress of their works
See how my favorite acts.

Silence is necessary when the truth will burn your tongue.
In a battle of my word against theirs
There is no chance of survival.

Don't ask me my opinion
When your own guides your hand
Don't ask me to speak out
When it endangers my stance
Don't ask me to fight
Without a club in my hand

I survive
But I'm not your favorite.

Poetry: You'll See

One bad turn, leads to another one, and another, and another, and another... until you have no where to turn. And you're trapped. And lost. With no way back.

And if there's a God who loves us, where is He now? Or maybe, there are things you can't see, and all those things are happening to bring a better ending. Some day, some how, you'll see. You'll see.

Poetry: Red and Green

How do I express the relation between us? It is like we are red and green.

Red; primary and instinctual, the color of love and war, passion and ferocity. Green; secondary of blue and yellow, the opposite of red in physical property, the color of peace and life, new growth and nature.
Both representing such basic properties yet complex in unraveling.

See our wavelengths and tell me the designs you seek.
The patterns of light or dark; bright and dull.
Combined together, what mixes come to mind?
Holiday joy? Brown? Roses?
A battle of elements parallel suspended.

And yet, despite the opposition or maybe because…

Some look at us and can’t tell us apart.