With Night Light Shines Through (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far. Enjoy!

With night light pierces through,
with light, night covets for an expanse,
the contradiction may ensue,
night light fight, for the love of filling an expanse.

Without night, light is through,
without light, night wishes not to expand,
the contradiction may ensue,
lovers they may be, they fight each other for the expanse.

In the darkness, light inspires the fools,
in the light, darkness finds common sense,
thus in time, one must seek out the light to strike down the fools,
one must also swim in the darkness to quench the thirsty senses.

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The Process (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!

Everybody, young and old,
eventually, embraces the darkness,
where the void would greet,
with an eternity which would last,
to when nobody would know,
till now nobody has ever awoken,
from a forever last eternity,
to tell the tale of the forgottens.

Why bother with the fear of the darkness,
when one could enjoy the light to the fullest,
while one can breath in the delight of everything,
so one can feel the wakefulness of every fiber,
this is when one knows it doesn’t matter,
when such a day one has to be greeted by a void,
where light would go out forever,
because one has already been shone upon by light.

Idiot (A poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!

Can one man’s death justify millions more?
How stupid can one be for letting anger rises?
How mad can one be when lying to snuff out the truth?
How an idiot can one be when swallowing lies after lies?
Some dogmas are just pure propagandas,
yet an idiot would not know with two eyes wide open,
yet an idiot would not care for what will happen,
instead of defending the truth,
and be open minded to knowledge,
he would rather snuff the truth for a stupid pride.
Stupidity gives rise to chaos,
when chaos does come his way,
An idiot would double down on his stupidity,
and die trying to snuff out the truth.
It’s already one harsh life to live,
and so a life must be treasured most,
but an idiot wouldn’t know that,
for the idiot a pride is worth to die for,
thus the killing would always begin,
when an idiot’s feeling gets smother.
When everything does end in tatter,
does an idiot even know how everything was started?
Perhaps, a lucky idiot would survive the chaos,
and then go on singing about his stupidity,
although he wouldn’t know he was part of a scheme,
in which he was just a pawn to be used for others,
and on he would go on singing,
how his stupidity has saved the day,
for he was brave and his pride is still intact,
and on he would go on singing,
when smart people couldn’t fathom,
how could they fix his stupidity.
Perhaps, ignorance is truly a blessing,
and so an idiot would go on singing,
while other folks would scratching their heads,
in confusion for the idiot is celebrating,
how he’d saved the day,
bragging his way to hell,
and even then he wouldn’t even know it.
For there is no solution to stupidity,
unless god himself would descend,
and ban stupidity into an eternal sleep.
Otherwise, there is no way for an idiot to know,
he is just a pawn in a scheme,
to be used by the puppet masters.

Rules In Time (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!

Time comes and goes,
like waves in the open sea,
rigidity it seems to lack,
yet dare you to face it alone,
its will bends and shapes willingly,
thus it comes and goes easily.

Something sets in stones,
it’s to be outdated,
it’s to be obliterated by time,
thus rules matter less,
when things stretch overtime,
rules are meant to be bent by time.

History matters a lot,
not for its rich stories,
though it could be a great teacher,
a greater essence is what it got,
to prove that time matters more,
thus rules on stones are meant to be eroded.

Only when survival instincts kick in,
time would freeze in the moment,
allowing unbendable common sense,
to reign for the moment in time,
after the storm had settled,
time would move on in its own merry way.

To be like time is to be renewed again,
sometimes by force without knowing why,
sometimes by will by the wiser guys,
thus time should be realistic,
bringing changes after a storm,
to fight against time with stones would be futile.

Ordinary Day For Everyone (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

How an ordinary day it could be,
beyond that tree,
tumbling hills rolled freely.

A little creek whispered in hymns,
critters quenched their thirst on a whim,
a breeze rhythmically strolled through the realm.

Without rain or thunder to scare away the residents,
a boring day continued on without a special attendant,
here lay a cave where a sleeping dragon has been a resident.

A warrior in heavy armor, shield, and a sharpest blade,
creeping slowly within the shades,
onward to a cave as he readied for a fate.

Nearing the cave, breathless warrior’s thoughts ran high.
Am I doing this for everyone’s hide?
Am I doing this for my own pride?

Thousands of years a dragon was asleep,
one brave fool warrior just woke a dragon up from his sleep,
in a flash, fire raged out toward the cave’s opening and onto the creep.

Arming to the teeth, the warrior withstood the fire’s rage,
but he could not muster up his own rage to meet his destined fate,
yelling from his lung, he screamed “I’m doing this for everyone’s fate.”

Dashing toward the dragon with the sharpest blade and shield,
his emotion went numb, he was readied to kill,
suddenly he heard the dragon said, “hold back your heels.”

Dragon’s sudden talkative tactic unnerved the warrior,
nonetheless, he charged on for a pride of a warrior,
“I’m doing this for everyone,” he roared as a warrior.

The dragon bled out a river of blood,
but the warrior got drowned in the blood flood,
a bloody mess it was, but the dragon still stood.

Another slow breeze rhythmically strolled through the realm,
a little creek by the cave whispered a hymn,
critters quenched their thirst on a whim.

Perhaps, on another ordinary day,
another fool would try to prey,
a sleeping dragon that would sleep away.

Slavery (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Slavery, comes and goes,
common sense or no,
slavery comes and goes.

When slavery was around,
suffering was guaranteed,
a relief as it went away.

Thus men declared we’re freed,
from a slavery of men,
celebrating a newfound freedom.

No longer in chains,
yet men somehow felt being bound,
by invisible chains of everyday.

Men are freed,
yet men are not freed,
from invisible forms of slavery.

If not financially chained to serve,
it must be old age which whips weeped men,
into slavery men shall forever be bounded.

Can men ever be freed?
Arrogantly, men declared freedom,
without seeing the invisible chains.

From birth men were being chained,
to serve the invisible masters,
and men shall serve till death comes.

How ironic it is,
as men try to stay free,
but men are free only in death.

How ironic it is,
as men declare freedom,
men serve masters till death comes.