the Mind and the Muse

I would really like to explain
the exhiliration of nothing but stop
the unseen colours hiding in sound
the gentle touch of a timid raindrop
the silent song of the silent stones
the longing dance of the night and the sun
the feelings that move my soul
the inconstant beats that my heart drums.

But how am I to explain all this-
the greatness, the majesty, the vast
to you who views endless space
through that misniscule looking-glass.

warren chan 25/4/07

Of Life and Deck

An individual is like a card,
No two are exactly the same;
It is interesting how great society,
Can be compared to a poker game.

We start off with the two big groups:
The Reds and the Blacks-
Spades and Hearts at the front,
Clubs and Diamonds at the back.

Now countries must have rulers,
Thus comes the Kings and Queens,
Jacks to run the government
And Aces on TV screens.

And then there are the others;
The majority, - the numbers:

Ten, Nine and Eight-
Ministers, Heads of State;
Seven, Six and Five-
People working at the hive;
Four, Three and Two-
Collars coloured blue.

Their faces may be different,
But their backs are all the same.
They live in the same old box,
They play the same old game.

But this is where similarities end,
Cards and Humans are different packs;
For if Cards were exactly like Humans,
You would not be able to shuffle the deck.


-Warren Chan 24/02/07