The Tick

Some arguments starts
Same old insinuations
Same old scorns
Sometimes I wonder
About these thorns
Are they here to teach
And preach
Or are they here
Just for show
Some thorns prick
And tick
Some thorns
Bleed you dry
I wonder why
Prone to meanness
Some do think
They are blameless
So
Tell me please
What makes a man
Tell me!
Tell whatever you can
I won't chide
I won't scold
Just tell me bold
What what what?
What?
Makes a man!
What, Man?

Treachery at Large

I have trodden
On many a treacherous paths,
Though not treacherous--
in the treacherous sense,
Yet treacherous e'er they were.

In thine perilous web..
Thou hath me enthralled,
From mine own true self..
Was I forever stonewalled.

At last! Eyes wide!
I saw of that which was left in hide..
The gleam of youth doth time delay,
The plight of life in molt portray.

Love cures,
Supposing love..
Lasting patience holds.
Many a times..
Likewise..
Love doth not suffice.

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul

When...

(When) Happiness is hard…
Play your part…
Never take to heart.

When joy seems far…
Wherever you are…
Look for a star.

When hope is bleak…
Don’t be weak…
Be at peak.

When road is long…
Ride along…
Sing your song.

When goals seems farfetched…
Patience can be outstretched…
Thoughts...
Can be sketched.

When life is cruel…
Make it a rule…
Never to drool…
Or be made a fool...
At your own ridicule.

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul