If Marilyn's Lipstick Could Talk

I put on my red red lipstick
I wear my happy happy smiles
Would you know?
My tears aren't far behind.

Blissful and sedated
I am
Drenched in opiate
I am

Envy me
I lived before I died
Pity me
I died before I died

Fie..
An artist's life
Reaching the brim
Fie..
This mad pursuit
Fie..
This fame
This glory

Living in the limelight
All rosy
All bright
What happy
What sad

I died before my time
Living men
Like deadmen walking
Are..
all dead inside

Nah..
I'm not sorry

(But..    her red red lipstick begs to differ.)

lament

missing the sounds of the waves
the cadence ebb and flow
missing the sand and the sea
missing all that we used to be

Thoughts

"Acceptance does not necessarily mean reconciliation. You can accept someone and, yet, ban them from your life." -T.K. (Sept 21st, '15)

I Saw the Truth

Oft times I wonder
Where is that line
That bridges or divides
To decide what's right.

Oft times I stand
Not making demands
Wondering where I land
'Tis hard to understand.

The ways of man
Can so bemuse, thus bringing
Portions of distress and restlessness
Heart finds it tough to fathom
The far gone depths of deceit
The despicable conspiracy
The 'filled-with-ulterior-motive' intimacy.

Is sincerity never to be found?
Is truthfulness such an obsolete?
Is kindness a rarity?
Is happiness so flimsy?
Is faith a no-no endeavor?
Are dreams that hard to grasp?
And is life really worth the pain?

I have been shown,
I have been known,
And I have flown...
Alone and aloof...
And I saw...

THE TRUTH

- Thanyarat Komolsingsakul