Be it the winter that rages,
The winter's snow - when it takes,
And when light melts all that is white
And all that is fickle,
Be the spring it must surrender to
The leaves that rustle
The birds that sing songs of war
And songs of love

Its irreversible now
The bodys started to count before the mind
Its ignoring its limits
The harris benedict equation,
Miffen st Jeor,
It will keep destroying
Eating itself over and over
From the inside out until it runs out of flesh and bones

My palms are indifferent to my knuckles
What I wish to hurt, I long to hold
Where gentle love blooms,
Violent intentions lurk
That must be the balance
So sways the scale
They claw to restore
In the end, the land
surely denies my rule.

classic chinese ver.掌冷节无情，
欲伤亦欲擎。
柔爱花间发，
狠意影中生。
是为阴阳契，
众求复其衡。
终不堪此土王座。

Curse the repeating nature of
Cluttering paws scrambling
Running to the not-yet-matured
Slabs of meat, blissfulIn the stead of their mothers,
Taking on their marbling patterns
He whose instincts betray his morals
For dogs only bite what cannot bite backWar has claimed the last
Of Man's Best Friend
The new thing has a muzzle, and a tail that wags
But a bottomless stomach - an appetite that does not spare fleshYou're already bitten, unripe, rotten -
Shame on you for biting back.

Sir Chamberlings,
I like my steak to be 'flank'.
The cow must die hopeless
Though well-fed with selective grass.Sir Chamberlings,
I have to ask -
Would you reverse sear it with love
And the culinary flame in your heart"Sire, what a waste it is
Owning knowledge that you must discard
Under your grande dame estate,
What's missing is not furniture, but the heart"Sir Chamberlings,
Did you see yourself a chef?
I couldn't afford your service
If I had followed my dreams.

Once I were a bully, then bullied
Once I were a lover, then loved
Once I were a forgiver, then forgiven
Once I let go, then goneIt comes back in mysterious ways
Not to taunt me, but to teach

I am the dirt of the Earth
For as long as Earth exists
If God assigns me another role
I must humbly refuse
And then be killed in my truest form
The dirt of the Earth; unchanged

I think of tea and I think of sugar
The following thought right after the other
And if it were any other ingredient it would just butcher
The unbreakable bond between tea, and between sugarThe sugar is what the artisans consider an enhancer
A common ingredient, to whoemever it would bother
In rice, in chicken, depending on each culture
Sugar is always the same, without thinking any further

And while I agree, the sugar is nice
It wouldn't cool down my tea, it's not exactly iceMy kitchen cupboards are fruitful
Had I thought to use honey
My tea might've cooled down a little
If only just a littleBut then again
No matter how rich the honey
It'll always be tea and sugar
...Unless you run out of sugar

I'm wanting to kill you in your sleep
On the contrary, it's absurd enough to confess
If I had smothered you in the withering case of feathers you own,
__________________I'm needing to smash your head into a wall
According to all the bitter words you speak
For now in my work, I can let you take the fall
I'm wanting to end your life as soon as God allows me to, for;

We cannot share our blood!
We cannot share our mind!
We cannot share a name!
We cannot , cannot , cannot!Just as I cannot desecrate your soul,
And forcefully take it away
On the contrary, you destroying
Viscerally, the lilies in mine

One day you'll die
And I'll be the one who killed you
Triumphing in bloodshed
Ignoring what we've lived through
If the sun had skin
It would bleed moon
And if I were human
I would bleed 'you'If I could admit these little nothings
And if you'd laugh it off like we had tomorrow
You, too, might've had tomorrow

If you hadn't backed away in fear
From my well intentioned hand
From my well intentioned embrace
And my well intentioned grim look
Yes, you are only safe
In the homage of the overseasAnd now the sun and moon pit us apart
My day is your night and your night my day
A fact you neglect because you don't search for me
Neglecting that I'll search for you forever
Still, if you believe in my well intentioned hand
And my well intentioned embrace
Then we can triumph
In 'ifs', 'woulds' and 'coulds',
And embrace what we involuntarily bleed.

It assumes the logic of love, universally
Transcends you and mines preconceived notions -
Discards all surplus and lack of knowledge - and executes its functions independently, restlessly,
Without your will or mine, wired less than you and I
It cannot want, it cannot receive
It's the non-stop machine of human empathy.