Lagumbay.com Reflections on Love, Rage, and Fear

I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew it all –
Self-assured and confident while walking down the mall
But what is he thinking?  What does he see?
Why is the dancing monkey staring at me?

Does he understand applause and does he even care?
How does he keep cool underneath all of that hair?
Attention seems to validate him — wouldn’t you agree?
But none of that explains why the monkey stares at me.

I can see that he is wired as well as wireless
Dancing still, carefree and careless
He must think he’s writing Shakespeare with all that technology
But why must the dancing monkey stare at me?

The very purpose in his monkey brain
is not to inform but to entertain
and thus I find this all a stunt disguised as study
as I walk past the misguided monkey staring at me.

This poem was inspired by a character in a book called “Ring Dragonz” written by my brother-in-law Mister Rengerz. SPOILER ALERT — if you haven’t read the book and don’t want to read any possible plot spoilers, don’t read the poem at the end of this post. In any case, head over to ringdragonz.com for more on the awesome book.

Ping’s Lament

Somewhere in a distant dream
a lifetime lived against the stream
I tried to calm each fearful scream

Years of sorrow passing by –
The others here before Anne Mai
I wept as I was forced to watch them die

To dry the tears of countless eyes
to banish the evil I despise
I gave my life in sacrifice

Now here I stand, dear maker-king
who made me and the dragon’s ring
Is there room in your home for Ping?

Enchanted brick of your design
who did the work of the divine –
Is the reward of Heaven mine?

From earth and clay I was wrought
born from my creator’s thought
a pawn in someone else’s plot?

I implore you, my soul momentarily revive
I need to know — did they survive?
Is my friend Anne Mai alive?

It breaks my heart to hear you when
you say Enchanted Bricks are not like Man
when I just want to see her smile again.