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?

Lingering Ghost

Alas! This lingering Ghost,
Thou canst not so boast!
In thine own self
Truly are thee engrossed,
Neglecting our hearts
Slighting our Innermost.

Through clime and years
Lives lived in fears.
Through storms and calms,
We found our balms.

Ever relenting…
Ever consenting…
And ever condescending...
Yet forever and ever...
...tormenting.

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul