The Last Hurrah!

Now that the end is almost upon us,
We will travel on the road one last time,
And though our work may put up quite the fuss,
I think they will survive losing the dime.
Though there is nothing left for us to see,
We will still go out to see an old sight
Because what is in this moment for me
Is to reminisce for a single night
About my life living in this city,
And how my return may never happen.
I don’t want to remember with pity,
And that’s why I am going out again.
I’ll have to say goodbye to all of ya,
And that’s why I’m taking this last hurrah!

Limbo’s Pier

Will this path of suffering never end?
The brochure did not prepare me for this,
Forcing the bamboo of patience to bend
Just to find that place of eternal bliss.
It all went as planned when it did begin,
But then I reached this old pier halfway through,
A place to pay for my life time of sin,
And I was stuck there with nothing to do.
I couldn’t move forward or track back;
I had to wait for my absolution,
Searching my life for the thing it did lack,
Giving my soul a sense of completion.
I thank you for this time to meditate,
But Nirvana won’t be reached at this rate.

Smiley’s Tale

Smiley does not knw that she is ugly.
She does remember the ruthless children
Who wrapped her muzzle in plastic to see
If she could escape what they put her in.
She was able to survive that cruel day,
But she lost her lips and was disfigured.
Now her fans jut out in a weird display
Like she is growling at what she endured.
She’s found a life under the protection
With the gentle staff on a remote beach.
At the 10 Moons she finds the affection,
And no longer cower from a child’s reach.
Smiley does not understand her sad fate
Because she now receives more love than hate.

Dear Professor

Thank you for showing me your pedigree.

I am glad they have taught you how to jump.

Did you believe that it would impress me
That you could rise above this so-called dump
By adding to your paper collection?

Do you believe that the given title
Allows you the right to have suspension
Of reality in the work cycle?

You are nothing more than a yipping pup
Whose master preaches academia,
But if our society called you up,
Survival for you would be a failure.

Do you know how to live beyond theory,
Functioning within a reality?

The Office of Immigration

It is our goal to be known for something
That looks like the field of bureaucracy.
You thought the other countries were tiring,
But come to our corner of the city,
And you will find that you will never leave,
Not because you now desire to stay.
Our staff has been trained in how to deceive
You that you’ll accomplish your task today.
All the required forms have been hidden,
And when you ask for more information,
The nature that employees are bidden
Is to point you in the wrong direction.
It’s become the source of our greatest pride
To take the farang on a day long ride.

Farang – Thai word for foreigner

Sedition Man

It is easier to believe the lie
Than to admit that I could have been wrong.
To uphold this truth, I’m willing to die
As a refrain in my seditious song.
I have left behind my patriotic heart,
So no one will tell me, I am not right,
And I will continue to do my part
To raise his flag in this perilous fight.
He may hide in the walls of his tower
And will only remember his own name,
But I wish to give him back the power,
So he can go back to playing his game.
I know that the pages of history
Will not mention the sacrifice of me.

Lunar New Year

They have told me not to pay attention
To the importance that they give a name,
For it does not matter the intention
As the identity will be the same.
Ownership comes with specification
To the ones who had first called it as so,
No longer belonging to that nation,
Letting the imperialism grow.
When you go off to the celebration,
Discuss why you go to dance and sing.
Does it matter that the iteration
Of a country is part of the ringing?
So I would like to raise my glass in cheer
To this great holiday, Lunar New Year.

The River Jordan

I dreamt last night of the River Jordan,
And being there I’d finally found peace.
Being on its banks went against the plan,
But when time is something we only lease,
We have to make the most of what’s given.
If we have been sold on a new future,
But the lie is what we have been livin’,
We should not give into the indenture.
I may have to cross over the border,
Embracing the life of a refugee,
To live in a land free of disorder
That allows the chance for me to be me.
I will sink my toes deeper in the mud
Waiting to engage in this river’s flood.

Problems and Possibilities

There are problems and possibilities.
When I take a look at the world today,
I have to think about which one I see,
And how I wish to proceed on my way.
When I see a problem, it needs solving.
We must overcome this impediment
If we want to continue evolving,
But another will come when that one’s spent.
Possibilities can say the same thing,
But I should be eager to conquer these
Because each one is something worth gaining,
Making the next to be bested with ease.
It makes me wonder which one is present,
It’s just the perspective that’s different.

Chasing the Sunset

Don’t worry, the sunset will come again.

We will just wait until the day grows dim,
Then turn our heads towards the horizon,
And watch the hanging clouds of the prism
That we have not witnesses the other nights.

There have been many storms we have weathered
That have hidden the evening sun’s lights,
And to our front porch we have been tethered,
Not allowing a chase after the view.

We can only take what has been given,
And those little enjoyments have been few.

In a time when the downpours are driven,
We will appreciate it even more
When all the sunsets come back like before.