“I rebel; therefore I exist.”
― Albert Camus

The herd live normal lives.
What's a normal life?

Isn't it to taste again a retrieved piece of last night's meal from between one's teeth?
Isn't it an old lover, shriveled and lame, trying to re-experience the ecstasy of his first teen love but lost long ago?
Isn't it to rekindle a calling when passion has grown cold?

A normal is an old movie.
A normal is stale saliva.
A normal is stable center on a spinning wheel.

A normal offers a shelter, but no home.
A normal binds two together, but no love.
A normal sustains life, even luxuries, but no joy.

A rebel lives beyond.
He is fluid nothing.
His home is anxiety.

Only Zeus is immovably still, unchanging silence.
Out of boredom, he creates time.
A rebel is a ******* infant of Chronos.

After slight rain
Around my garden I stroll

Unexpected wild white orchids grow
I pause
Imbibe ****** fragrance
Before it's gone

Beauty often dress in surprise

Her sister died alone

That night she wept
Followed with Mahjong
And went fishing next

I saw Heavens in disarray!

By Wyle

Tiny swallows circle far above
White clouds
Carefree and gay

Below my heart wanders within
Dry stones
Heavy and sad

How long before I can soar
Unshackled?

Come evening stars
Enlighten my way


By Wyle Tan

Ode to Poseidon

Behold, immortal Poseidon on bellowing steeds
Rushing, foaming in front my tent,
Waving high his mighty trident,
Stirring heaven and making her cry.

'Where are you going?'
'To the seas, to the seas," Poseidon replies.
'Why the rush? Tarry a moment with me.'
'No, no,' he explains, 'There's a troubled sailor at sea.'

Off he jumps over a fallen bough he goes,
With his white, yellow chariots in tow.

Pink Periwinkles waving along
Various birds singing together
Amidst cool breeze
Under shadows of a palm tree
Listening in the garden of my home
Peace, solitude.
Oh, what a blissful life.