Today I learnt a new poem...

The Cold Within
(James Patrick Kinney)

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.

Sssh!

They say empty vessels makes the most noise.

Well, I've been making noise for 30 years now.

It's time to shut up and just be quiet.

You al must remind me.

New Year, New Philosophy

My new philosophy for the new year is "I don't give a shit".

To anything, or anyone, anytime.

The rationale is, by giving someone, something the time and dime of the day, it just makes it one so much more pissed off when the shit hits the fan.

So I'm just doing to do what I have to do without caring a damn about it.

Emotionless. Uncaring. Non-caring.

No shit. No pain.

PS Please note that author is in an enraged state of mind when writing this. I'm fully capable of carrying out this threat, for a while at least. As to how long before I resume normality, I really can't say.

Slowpoke

Once upon a time, there was a rabbit and a tortoise.

The rabbit is a kan cheong rabbit, and likes to do things fast fast. It run here, run there, run everywhere.

The tortoise, on the other hand, likes to do things at his own pace. It likes to take time to think and then look around and ask questions, and then think some more.

The rabbit and the tortoise are forever quarrelling.

The rabbit will tell the tortoise, "Why you so slow!".

And the tortoise will tell the rabbit, "You so kan cheong for what!".

Then one day there is a flood, and the flood waters covered everywhere and everything, until there is no dry ground left to stand on. The poor rabbit 's burrow was filled with water, and rabbits don't like to get their feet wet. Fortunately, the tortoise was very kind. It let the rabbit stand on its hard shelly back until the waters receded and it was safe for the rabbit to go home.

Then, another day, the turtle was trying to get to the other side of the road. But as it was halfway across the road, suddenly a truck came roaring up. Fortunately the rabbit saw the truck. It ran across the road, scooped up the tortoise, shell and all, and ran across to the other side, safely and soundly.

So what is the morale of the story?

The morale of the story is, I don't care whether you're a tortoise or a rabbit, whether you're fast or slow, you need to learn to live together and work together! Whether you like it or not, you need each other!

And, stop quarrelling!

This post is dedicated to my Slowpoke friend. *Peace*