Endless excuses

Having our reasons

Yet – so unreasonable!

Too often motives

Are purely emotive

Lashing-out at shadows!

We cast ourselves

Yet – drawing blood and gore

From poor victims’ maws

Neath the pall – our appal!

Yet, just raise the lantern

And all sanity’s restored.

Cheung-Ling Wong

They thrived in hell

That once was earth

Gloating and wallowing

In unseemly success

Lauding themselves

On lives well done!

Hellfire has baked its best

Smell karma’s aroma

Flavour – or is it favour?

In pride they claimed

And who is to doubt!

All that they deserve

Flies to their manure

And rats to their sewer!

Cheung-Ling Wong

Plumes of dust obscuring

Torrents of emotions immuring

Stinging eyes into tears

For all is beyond the seers

Yet, when it’s settled and clear

And the dusty veil lifted

Behold – rubble and ruins!

Yet, soaring above the fear

A magnificent edifice loomed

For a brand-new life had bloomed!

Cheung-Ling Wong

Gaze into my deepest dark eyes

How far can you see?

With your observatory lens

Distant galaxies are discovered

They’ve even mapped the universe

But I still remain a mystery

Yet, I’m not that far off or at bay

A lot closer than you think

Just touch me with your heart

And all cold distances collapse.

Cheung-Ling Wong

We’ve domesticated the sleepy cow

The fluffy cat and the eager dog

Even the goldfish with all its hues

We’ve domesticated the blowsy rose

The golden grains of wheat and rice

We’ve tamed the cabbage and the carrot

And all that’s fruitful and green

Abut alas, we’re yet to tame the brute

Within our sacrosanct abodes

There’s nothing domestic in violence

So it’s best kept far from our homes.

Cheung-Ling Wong

I was wronged, but was not wrong

Yet, still they tried to correct me!

For I was their greatest mistake

They swept me under a rug – shame!

But couldn’t hide the obvious bump

They shut me up and dressed me down

But it only made it worse!

I was wronged, but was not wrong

Yet, they still tried to correct me!

Endless therapies, endless counselling

Tranquilizers, hypnosis and stern advice

Which, was clearly meant for them.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Over surfaces – appearances judged

Thinking we’ve completely worked it all out

Any deeper – it all needs to be loved

So much more than merely skimming about

Deeper than the abyss of oceans delved

Not ever close are the bowels of the earth

Nor the fathomless cosmos so beheld

Mere shallow puddles piddling their dearth

That trawls as abyssal as love had trawled

Through dark mystery’s endless inertia

In silence – so coveting all that’s hauled

A deeper knowing of the minutia

Every screw and cog that Fate had reasoned

Beyond our logic of minds well seasoned.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Changing the world

By changing the mind

For a whole new deal

Like, changing the sheets

Or a fresh new shirt

For a whole new feel

Was told I’m out of touch

But it’s a whole new grasp

A whole new unreal!

Cheung-Ling Wong

I grew more vivid

As the daylight faded

Like the ruby dahlia

And the amethyst sage

As the hot pink oleander

The tangerine lilies

Or the golden daisies

And the royal blue gentian

The glowing embers

Of the garden at dusk

My undying flame

As I head towards

My fearful night.

Cheung-Ling Wong

You have the right, all the rights

But it doesn’t make you right

Being correct is not a privilege

Unlike life’s many disparities

Of wealth, advantage and power

To indulge in their licence afforded

Of being utterly stupid and wrong!

Cheung-Ling Wong