There exist two-sided planes of loss and gain
That exists both as a way of life and as a versatile toy
Bringing forth to a person either happiness or pain
It can hold our desires and was made for us to enjoy

You can cut it in the center, many in the world do
Stack it from one another and anything you decided to
It was created to flourish and be pleasing to the eye
It is a wonder with a cacophony of colors dyed

It is made for us, that which in the rules abide
And like good and evil, it has two sides
It is a friend of magic and a friend of trickery
Both is to deceive, one for joy and one for tragedy

Often, it has a bad reputation in the eyes of many
A tool for treachery and a miserable man’s destiny
But I tell you, it is the one that holds that give its voice
For it is an instrument that can either play a hymn or a noise

All we are, but dreams of the past
Fade away to nothingness and dust
Close thy eyes and think
Fill thy thoughts to the brink

Explode in a shower of colors so bold
That which brings you to thy inner world
Here lies worlds unseen by naked eyes
Worlds nonetheless, of sad goodbyes

Of nightmares, and people you miss
They may be gone, but here they exist
Worlds of freedom, serenity, and peace
Here you explore, and in here you rest

A display for memories of the soul
A playback for joy and sorrow
Mashed together in an incoherent whole
Inspires, terrifies, and brings us the morrow

Life is but a dream to discover
Dreams are but a part of life to uncover
So dream little one, dream to no end
Creativity be fuel, reality you'll transcend

I’m the weakest man, or so I claim to be
Been wandering for so long, in my hellish land, in my stormy sea
Never found the courage to denounce what I proclaimed
As I found myself lost, distraught and ashamed

Then I’ve met a little girl, smiling, but I know she’s sad
Seen within her eyes, a sorrow I once had
A woe that can’t easily be erased by others
At least no one did for me as I put my pieces together

She’s broken beyond recognition and living each day bitter
But I know and will believe that she can put the pieces back,
For even as the weakest man, I can put mine together
What more a woman as strong as her, blessed with courage and luck

She made a mistake and ****** up I presumed
In any way, she thought she was doomed
All hope is lost and darkness already swallowed light
But I want to speak with all my heart, Girl, I believe you can fight!

Don’t be ashamed, you are already great
Baring one's heart once again is an amazing feat
The world is just not in the right… girl you are not wrong
It’s okay to cry, it has been too hard to you for so long

I hope to say to that girl, if I can meet her again
Don’t hesitate to seek the weakest in traversing the rain
Even though it’s a fight you alone will have to fight in the end
Who said that you can’t ask the assistance of the wind?

--- This is the world’s weakest man going out
--- Created April 4, 2022
--- Last revised June 14, 2023

+ Inequality is good, a wise friend once divulged
+ It was a good thought that has a hint of truth
+ Why? I asked to uncover its mystery
+ Then he replied, and informed me gleefully

- Perfect liberation is too far to achieve for foolish men,
- In the present times I witness what I believe
- Blissful faces all around and it's probably not their last
- Ain’t we living now in an unequal world with future to trust?

+ I ask, but what about those people lamenting in the dark?
- I’m sorry to tell you bro, in a senseless quest I won’t embark
- Unfairness is when happy people are the cause of their misery
- Which we are a part of, this is ours and that is their destiny

- Of course I won’t impede your stance in this matter
- I believe you ain’t too foolish with your freedom and liberty
- It’s just that some people get what they want on a silver platter
- While some work their ***** of just to receive their miniscule pay

+ I understand my friend that harsh verity
- Harsh? Yeah to some people it is full of cruelty
- That’s why they want to overturn the norms, the world’s ethos
- I admire their courage but that is a matter I don’t intend to poke my nose

+ Speaking of unfairness, I have a thought of mine
+ Why do people complain of what is absent
+ When compared to others they have a lot present
+ Is it because man’s greed knows no confines?

+ And some people grumble about their problems that  
+ When compared to other’s crosses are just shallow vats
- If it is what you said then what use is contentment?
- And the second problem’s just like a game in my discernment

- Level by level we are differing with every other
- It is by which our environments determine our given attitude
- A level one complains to a level seven, a higher number
- And a level ten complains to a problem of greater magnitude

- By which sometimes the level ten see level one in annoyance
- For how lucky he is yet grumble of his misfortune
- See, its just a matter of perspective and vision
- Now why are you looking at me in askance?

+ Your logic has something wrong, I’m just pointing out, not debate
+ Why can’t a level ten, over a level 1 problem, grumble?
+ For its just a matter of perspective as you did articulate
+ And if it is the case then what use is the level of the people?

- Hahaha, you got me right my friend
- My view is flawed as I am
- Please do share thy thoughts so all this will end?
- For we have talked till the cows to home, come

+ My friend, I dare not belittle the view you conceive
+ For I think it has a hint of truth, even though with a flaw
+ You have a wisdom that exists only on a chosen few
+ So let me add a bit of my subjective perspective

+ The great may whine of a small barricade
+ The lesser may smile to the towering obstacles ahead
+ In every individual there are many factors of multitude
+ This is what you have missed, the peculiarity of humans

+ Not just discernment,
+ There is also temperament
+ We not only have perspective,
+ There is also attitude that we give

+ Many matter in life, I thus conclude my statement
- So that’s it! Thank you for the enlightenment
- Those factors really do affect our actions
- As long as we are humans, there are no exceptions

- To persist, to cower, to grumble, in traversing the rain
- To take it easy, to seek help or to accomplish it on our own
- Despite all this choices one truth will always remain
- That in life we most likely will reap what we have sown

It seems there's nothing new under the sun
All has been written, all has been done
At the very least in the realm of poetry
Even if all is not written now, eventually it will be

Countless words written over many millennia
In any language conceived, and any form of media
Millions of people write to their heart's call
Some reflect present issues, while some reflect the soul

Should we be discouraged? Should we be not?
Let's load our ideas, and let's take that shot
Blend your own flavor in something that exists
Twist and turns, to the future we'll persist

May we continue to contribute to poetry's repository
Write my fellows, in ink, screen, or plaque
That in a footnote of history someday
Lies our name, immortalized in black

Hey, hey, what's there to say
Silence is all there is today
For I have no meaningful words to utter
No helpful ones either

Of course I'll lend an ear
Talk your hearts out, do not fear
A nod, a tap, or, a hug
I'll give what's necessary, even a shrug


Say what you mean, and mean what you say
Then say it once again, for good measure
Don't worry, your words I'll treasure
Take your time, speak at your own leisure

The absent things, the things I miss
Those that are trapped in past' crevice
Even when I wish, of those that I lack
For the things I miss are never going back

And I don't have the power to go to them
Nor the help to lead me there
I've forsaken the things I miss
In exchange for worldly bliss

I miss them, I truly do
I hope they miss me too
But they never will even if I call
For they are already with better people