Fear is crap...
Fear entraps...
Fear is baste...
Do what's chaste...
Cast it off...
Be done with the scoffs!
- Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Keep Me Alive
You brought me back to life,
You showed me what it's like.
I know I would not have survived,
Without you by my side...
So please stay...
And keep me alive.
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
You showed me what it's like.
I know I would not have survived,
Without you by my side...
So please stay...
And keep me alive.
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Let There Be Light
Let there be light,
Shining through your darkest night.
Let there be joyful bells,
Ringing in your lonely shells.
Let there be love, my beloved..
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Shining through your darkest night.
Let there be joyful bells,
Ringing in your lonely shells.
Let there be love, my beloved..
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I Know
I know it's raining in my life,
I know my strife.
I know love fades,
And I know
I'm going through
These charades.
But the sun will rise again,
Soon...
I KNOW!
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
I know my strife.
I know love fades,
And I know
I'm going through
These charades.
But the sun will rise again,
Soon...
I KNOW!
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Sweet Success
O dear success, thou art seem sweet,
Man strives and toils, all in desire to meet.
O dear success, thou art protest,
Man falls and bows, at thine conquest.
O dear sweet success, man art in envy,
Man's life, in turmoil and in frenzy,
Aspiring and relinquishing,
...so to be at thine mercy.
O dear sweet sweet success,
Man's lot is cursed or blessed,
Living in this nest of unrest,
Hoarding more than one could ingest.
Is it a dream to be pursued?
Is it a pang of the old?
Is it Nature's grant of gold?
Or is it just...
A wish gone cold?
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Man strives and toils, all in desire to meet.
O dear success, thou art protest,
Man falls and bows, at thine conquest.
O dear sweet success, man art in envy,
Man's life, in turmoil and in frenzy,
Aspiring and relinquishing,
...so to be at thine mercy.
O dear sweet sweet success,
Man's lot is cursed or blessed,
Living in this nest of unrest,
Hoarding more than one could ingest.
Is it a dream to be pursued?
Is it a pang of the old?
Is it Nature's grant of gold?
Or is it just...
A wish gone cold?
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
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