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 ShuHui
Those who read Dicken's 'A Tale of Two Cities' will see exactly what I mean in this poem. There are some elments of 'A Tale of Two Cities' in this poem.
Cards do not Love like You and I (If Only You Could See The Geometry)
They have come together
In many groups of four
Four men sat in high benches
Forty odd make the floor
To witness a verdict passed
On weak and worthless things
A man who foolishly grasps
To love on broken wings
The man sat in mild silence
Well aware of the cost
All he felt was sympathy
For the poor unloved lost
Emotions they know not of
Never to feel Love's part
In a man's life, poor souls with
Emotions that of cards
The floor, they knew their justice in spades
But they knew not Love
Their reasons crystalline as diamonds
But Love needs no reasons
Their clubs are weapons of war against his likes
But man should make Love, not war
For Love is neither skill not art
But stem from within the depths of one's heart
The man leaves the room, as the
Hearing comes to a close
On the stage lies not red of
Acquit, but guilt's black rose
They walked him to the gallows
Convicted and to hang
As the traitor body dance
With the wind, he wore a smile
Gratified for the chance
To set a guilty loved one free.
Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all
Wong Wen Pu 23.12.07
posted @ 8:56 AM
