Do Seek Their Meat From God (Title Analysis)

There is no right or wrong,

In terms of predators and preys.

Man and beast,

Both can be survivors and victims.

One lives,

The other one dies.

There should be no judgments,

When the panthers seek for meat.

There should be no questions,

When the settler kills the animals.

This is just the way,

That God made the world.

Everything is arranged before hand,

And it shall not be altered.

God guides the panthers to their prey,

But brings the settler along at the same time.

There is no other choices but fighting for their lives,

For they do seek their meat from God.

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Background Music: By Joe Hisaishi

Zodiac Poems~Pisces---Shattered Glass

Pisces---Shattered Glass

Fragile,

Best word to describe emotion.

No matter how strong a person is,

Emotion is the weakness.

So soft,

That can be pressed down.

So hard,

That can be hammed into pieces.

Glass,

Best thing to represent emotion.

No matter how huge a piece of glass is,

A stone can easily break it.

So clear,

We can see through it.

So pure,

We can dye it with one drop of paint.

Tears, anger, and loneliness,

These are the things,

That leave cracks on the glass.

These cracks,

Can be sealed

As time passes by.

Fights, betrayals, divorce,

These will also leave cracks.

But cracks,

That will last for a longer time,

Or even

For the rest of your lifetime.

Sometimes

People think their piece of glass is perfect.

Trust me,

There will not be a piece of perfect glass.

They either sealed the cracks,

Or just cut off the broken piece.

More cracks,

Means more sealing,

And the glass will become blurred.

Eventually,

People will fail to see,

What have happened to them.

One day,

The piece of glass

Will be shattered.

Just like,

People’s emotion

Is gone with the wind.

Zodiac Poems~Aquarius---Abstract

Aquarius---Abstract

Fish swim in the sky,

With clouds along by their sides.

Birds fly in the ocean,

With ripples above their heads.

This is crazy,

But there are people,

Who see the world like this.

In their views,

The world itself,

Is full of possibilities.

Twisted tree lines,

Fragile diamonds.

Everything is opposite from it used to be.

Earth is floating,

Sky is under our feet.

The world has been put,

Upside down.

Polar bears are playing in the desert,

Camels are marching on ice.

All Species no longer belong to their natural habitat.

This is crazy.

But,

The world itself,

Is full of possibilities.

Green flowers,

Red leaves.

People see the world through lenses.

Giant rats,

Petite whales.

The size of creatures has been altered.

Worshiping evil,

Despise justice.

People’s brain will be washed eventually.

This is crazy.

But

The world itself,

Is full of possibilities.

There is no right or wrong,

Just people with different point of view.

They can understand things that we cannot,

And draw out stuff that only they can read.

It is true.

And

The world itself,

Is abstract.

Zodiac Poems~Libra---Balance

Libra---Balance

Day and night

Like two sides of coin.

When daytime faints

Night appears.

Everyday, every night,

It alternates,

But has never reached the point of balance.

Dawn, the prelude of day,

The note that leads the world to brightness.

The Sun, dominating the world, the society

It dominates everything,

With its fiery flame.

Too little of it,

People complain,

For coldness, loneliness, and despair.

Too much of it,

People mutter,

For they are burning, impetuous, and aggressive.

They call out,

The day is not balanced

Dusk, the coda of the day,

The chord that accompanies nighttime

The moon, looking over the world, the nature.

It looks over everything,

With its calm crescent.

Too little of it,

People complain,

For fear, nightmare, and darkness.

Too much of it,

People mutter,

For they are hopeless, wishful, and passive.

They call out,

The day is not balanced.

Longer day means shorter night,

Longer night, with shorter day.

It seems the day

Will never be balanced.

But as the scale rises,

The sun and moon,

Both sit inside the plate.

It is time,

Where the day is balanced.

Zodiac Poems~Gemini---Cacophony

Gemini---Cacophony

Archangel and Lucifer,

One lives in heaven,

And the other lives in hell,

Although they are from the same root.

There comes the time,

They are composing for one piece

Of music.

The angel, with melodies in major,

Wants to compose a sonata.

Bright color, open sound,

Something can encourage people.

Perfect fifth, perfect eighth.

The music,

Full fills with hollow sound.

Each phrase,

Ends with a perfect cadence.

The angel,

Continuing the process,

Never realizes what will happen next.

The devil, with melodies in minor,

Willing to compose a serenade.

Sad feeling, minor mode,

Something would make people cry.

Diminished fifth, diminished seventh.

The score,

Full fills with dissonant.

Each phrase,

Ends with a deceptive cadence.

The devil,

Continuing the movement,

Never realizes what will happen next.

Somehow, the work is done,

And the Cherubim start to play the piece.

Noticing

Cacophony

And nothing else.