chicken or egg first?
love or sex first?
chicken gives birth to an egg
love gives birth to sex
the birth of an egg is like a flash
comparing the coming of a chicken
the moment of sex is temporal
while love is infinite
it’s tragic if a chicken bears no egg
so is love barren in the absence of sex
the world is never in darkness
except the brief moment of an eclipse
light never sleeps
except the brief moment of intermission
we are soaked in so much of its glory
we are actually in awe of its disappearance
we overlook so many blessings
to focus on the specks of trouble
like we speculate the blood moon
Wouldn’t it be easier to love than to hate?
Why do we spend so much energy and amount to self destruction?
Hate eats us up from inside out.
Wouldn’t it be better to forgive and let go?
Who will take notice of our sourness other than our own taste?
Unforgiveness tastes as bitter as hell.
Wouldn’t it be wiser to give the power to the Judge?
What do we hope to achieve by staining our own hands with blood?
Judgement exposes us to the most harsh sentence.
Do we really desire to be hatful, unforgiving or judgemental?
Don’t we all know these are steep hills for the fools?
Poets are like clowns sometimes
We painted beauty out of wasteland
Clowns expressed humour from despair Sometimes
born lacking of a physique for speed
agreed to a race with
a born to run anxious jumpy stick
winning the race was
not by luck
nor by strategy
purely by being one’s self
failure is not guaranteed
to realise that is
an identity affirmation
success is not guaranteed
to accept that is
an achievement in itself
I always thought
penguins are fish
I found out
penguins are birds
I become more careful
by their behaviours
to the soul
left right reversed
image of self
we may be lying
looking to the right
we perceive lies
to be the truths