All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
For Shandy
Cloud Castle
Sometimes at night I would wake in bed
The nights would be cold and the city dead
Much would have been dreamt but naught been said
Of a future only the brave may dicate
And though my dreams come in cacophony
They always leave a taste of melancholy
And for poor and weak individuals such as I
May only live to hurt and die
For lacking in courage to embrace
Trips and falls in the great Race
Often I wish that I would venture
Against all odds in face of danger
Into the mayhem and the fray
To fall adversaries and seize the day
And into my being I would always delve
To conquer the fear that defeat myself
But each time before the battlefield
My will would crumble, my courage fail
Though its a path that many have trodden
I much fear to join the fallen
To succeed would bring neither wealth nor fame
To fail is a bitter shame
Thus from this deed I would flee
Such brave deeds not meant for me
Only the brave worthy to pursue these dreams
I contend with my lone requiem
For dreams are dreams and unlived dreams hurt
But how I wish I have courage to put those dreams to deeds
And not just words
Reflections after being in a semi awake stateWhen caution is thrown to the windsAnd full of courageBut all is lost when I wake upWong Wen Pu 06.12.07
posted @ 10:28 PM
