Charisma
Nobody can quite do like you do. With the way you stand and the way you talk, there is little that seems more interesting, little that seems more grand and new than you. Yet you hold a comforting nostalgia, something that everyone can relate to, something that everyone cherishes and admires. No one hates you, everyone loves you. But everyone also hates that all others love you. For each and every individual wants you for themselves. Whether it be for love or friendship or rivalry or to learn your ways, there is something in you for everyone to desire. I watch you from across the room, but I know I am not alone in my action because you’re always the center of attention. Not that you want to be. It just always works out like that because your qualities are so likeable. You have knowledge of every subject whether by interest or for the pure purpose of conversation. You go out of your way to please everyone, an impossible task, but you manage to do it because you’re more than a human. You’re perfection incarnate. You’re indescribable. You’re undeniably the most attractive in any group. Nothing happens until you appear because without you nobody cares. There’s always the jealous few, but none can ever truly dislike you because you’re just that good. There is only ever one of your kind in existence at once. Any more would tire the universe. You don’t beg for stardom, you create it yourself unintentionally, unknowingly. I can’t say it enough: you’re perfect. You are perfect. You are perfect. You are perfect. So who are you? The first word.
Decimator
Young creator, what brings you joy?
This fleeting world, your fragile toy
is but the thing you must destroy
to make your perfect vision
The mortal things of pain and death
are none of your concern in depth
For you, one so graced with breadth
must see your act as great provision
Foolish beings of flesh and bone,
they cannot see what you have shown
through endless speech filled with intone
Instead they offer opposition
But nonetheless you still stand strong
confident that they are wrong
For you are one of yin and yang
And know you’ll make the right decision
Lu Ten
Up the hill the old man climbs,
well aware of what he’ll find
Twisted tree with little stones
Kneeling down on fragile bones
From his basket, the blanket's down,
as the sun sets on the town
Laying fruits of every kind
While a guzheng plays in his mind
A paper stands, portrait upright
With a snap, the incense lights
A celebration, a mark of time
The tired uncle bows and cries
“Come marching home,” through tears he sings
of things he knows life cannot bring
One Moment
A moment is all we have.
A moment captured, a moment flickers,
Another goes by even quicker.
A moment to speak, a moment to reach,
No moment to explain.
We do as we please, but never as we feel.
Never let a moment slip by unnoticed.
The opportunities wasted are countless,
And the moments already past, endless.
Who cares about the past?
I’ll tell you who:
The person who didn’t get to say “goodbye,”
Who didn’t get to say “I love you,” or “I care.”
The people who couldn’t say those things and no longer have the chance,
Those who will never have the chance to say something special to someone.
Something that matters.
Each “I love you” turned “I miss you,”
And each “forever” lost to yesterday.
A moment is all we are and possibly all we’ll ever be.
A moment can last forever, though.
You have to try, you have to cry,
You have to feel what’s inside and let it come out.
No one wants to be alone, to stand alone,
It’s a scar on a moment in the blink of an eye.
So go together, move forward, don’t waste a second,
And certainly don’t forget to think of those whose final moments have past.
Think of all whose time has run dry, whose last light has burnt out.
Don’t take the moment for granted like it’s only one of many.
For some, you don’t realize what you have until it’s all gone.
For others, you know exactly what you have,
But you never thought you’d end up losing it.
Seize your moment because it could be the only one you have.
And never let anyone take your moment away from you.
It’s yours.
Your one moment.
The Long Night
I cannot sleep, no time for sleep
There is so much to be done
I cannot brake, no time for a break
How much left? —A ton
Maybe just fifteen minutes, grab a snack
Hey look, here comes the sun
Tiger Poem (part 1)
Feeble feline fumbling toward failure
No pack to back you or help you pounce
Just you on your own hoping to feast
But with chances so low and success so far,
there’s almost no hope for a cub like you
But unless you try you’ll never succeed
Lacking confidence you take a leap of faith
into the crowded watering hole
Tiger Poem (part 2)
Timid tiger tumbling toward triumph
Whoever said the jungle was quiet
was obviously the top of the food chain
and a natural jack-of-all-trades
For every creature knows the feeling
One of such self-doubt
Only cured by shameless effort
To each his own, so own your gifts
Truth
The Truth is much like silence:
At times, It is a pleasant experience
Some may find It awkward, others calming, like a soothing break from the white noise of the every day
It is often revealing
And sometimes It hurts
We all have It, but not everyone lets It show
It is unpredictable
It may appear at any time, any place, in any situation
It might be scary or hard to believe, but It is always accepted with time
Much like silence:
That is the Truth
What I Like
I like art, I like smarts, I like reading, and I like succeeding.
I like rhymes, I like time, I like knives, but I don’t like bleeding.
I like to go on nice long walks and think about my life.
I like to think about what it’d be like if I didn’t like what I like.
I like that Google has all the answers for when I don’t get them in school.
I like that even if teachers say not, Wikipedia’s a useful tool.
I like how the world is ever so changing to make us all fit in.
I like to think that even with cheating, only the truthful can win.
I like to have lifelong friends, so even when we’re mad,
Our feelings amend for good times to be had.
I like to talk about the things above,
But I rarely speak of what I love.
I love music, I love family, I love nature, I love harmony.
I love science, I love animals, I love writing, I love games.
I love sloths, I love movies, I love cats, I love people.
I love so many things, but who knows what love is anyway?
I think it’s fun to sometimes think,
Of what I would like someday.
I would like if all my friends could stay with me forever.
I would like if I had no stress, no more struggles ever.
I would like to visit many places, I would like to see many faces.
I would like if the world was at peace, I would like if we were all pleased.
There are so many things in my life, that I like, would like, and love.
But there are still much simpler pleasures, than everything listed above.
I like art, I like smarts, I like reading, and I like succeeding.
I like rhymes, I like time, I like knives, but I enjoy living.