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?

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.)

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