Ode.

Life’s greatest works deliver

Meanings temporal and eternal.

On the facade,

We carve our paths.

On the polish wheel,

We refine our skills.

Set out with an intention,

Imperfect and learning;

Yet upon completion,

Profound and stunning.

The same is to be said

Of our life endeavours.

Purposefully wander,

For every step is a wonder.

Time shalt pass,

Old age will come.

Like the Grecian urn

With truth between its arms.

Silent and passionate,

For it does not speak.

Classical and timeless,

For it holds true meaning of beauty.

Friends.

There’d be bad times.

There’d be good times;

There’d be some after your dime;

There’d be ones that last a lifetime.

Anew.

You’ve forgotten how to love.

You’ve forgotten your own worth.

Suppressing your needs for another,

At her beck and call.

Money, time and pride

You gave it all.

The beauty of love,

Is that it is mutual.

I’d show you,

If you’d love anew.

Will.

All is still,

When I’m with you.

All I feel,

Are the layers you peel.

All will heal,

You’ll be the only best view.

Perhaps we will,

Down the aisle with your unveil.

Done and Dusted.

And at times, I miss you.

I miss how we stumble out of clubs,

Young, intoxicated, and didn’t give a fuck.

I miss the way you say goodbye.

I saw from your eyes,

I know sometimes you lie.

You’ve always fancied me,

You’ve always thought about kissing me.

I feigned ignorance,

I wanted to see your persistence.

You said to me you’re always honest,

But no —

Just this one,

You never would want bluntness.

Sometimes you held my hand,

And I know you wanted to hug.

I could hear you resisting your heart,

I wished you went with your gut.

There were many things strangely accurate.

You were right about me,

But never believed in us.

The number of times —

I bit my lips wishing

Instead it was yours.

The number of times —

You held me up,

Instead of holding me close.

Each time we denied our hearts

From every chance of never being apart.

And still sometimes, I miss you so so much.

Electric.

Brilliance is not a spark of wonder.

It is a consistent and persistent current that

One day gets strong enough to cause a sunder.

Australia.

Flashing lights,

Trashy vibes.

Watch it you nay-sayers,

Imma’ a nay-slayer.

Guided by light,

I’ll take flight –

To where alleys are tight,

And to where it shines bright

Where exactly?

I’d fly down-under.

Why, don’t mind me?

I’m a neon light hunter.

Mere.

She only speaks

Of what she fears.

He only seeks

What he wants to hear.

Darkness forgets

Whatever held dear.

Perhaps when the sun rises

It’s when it all turns clear.

Slow.

Issues on a roll,

We’re on all time low.

I said,

“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”

He said,

“Don’t let the food run cold.”

Now we will go real slow,

But baby, we will reach our goal.

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