sonnet 16

what is beauty? it is the hidden heart,
the secret of the self — the soul within;
the side of man which is the better part:
that glow and warmth unhid by earthly skin.

what then is beauty? not the charming face,
for oft the shell reveals a rusty core;
instead, ’tis what these mortal eyes can’t trace,
for ’tis the heart that holds it evermore.

true beauty is first felt before beheld;
it is the hidden grandeur of the soul;
the measurer of greatness of the self:
it sets apart the lorldy from the low.

thus beauty is one’s very own self-worth:
the measure of our value and our growth.

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i am

i am.
you cannot undo this soul
that you ignore.

i am.
you cannot unmake my being
with your apathy.

i am.
you can only unlove me
to your regret.

—-
around 1998 (defiance after rejection.. hehe)

this is my dream

that i would watch the sunsets someday,
not alone in my awe,
but with a soft hand clutching mine;

that i would open my eyes to the sun,
knowing that the day’s promise was mine,
because i have you by my side;

that i would look forward to the future
with a smile that shall speak of my courage,
buoyed by your love.

—–

bare, simplistic, raw…. this was written in 1997

yes

you touch me with invisible tears
that drench me like a cloak,
and force me to slow my steps,
soften my tread,
silence my footfalls.

i do not need to say it,
but your liquid eyes of unfathomable what
bathe me like a consequence.

carefully, then,
carefully, ever carefully,
i shall hold my soul to touch yours…

and you shall not need to ask again
does he love me?

—-
er… taken from my roomfull of mush…. 🙂

undelete

i was
in an understated…
reverie
(all right, madness, more likely),
punching buttons
left and right,
playing a tuneless keyboard,
when like a whim,
a passing program
caught my eye,
telling me, urging me
to save,
and so,
groping for an empty space
in my C,
i overwrote your file,
and a button more
wiped it clean
off my hard drive;
but the program new
was not as catching
as i first thought
(besides, it won’t allow my scan!),
and so,
sorry for this mad mistake,
it wont happen again.
i have removed that fancy file,
and here,
look,
i have undeleted you
from my heart.

——

this is an updated version of a long-ago verse. i wanted to see if i could create a poem from such an awkward word as “undelete,” and well, this was the result… (original version was written around 1995)

dirac ascendant

i see.
yes.
it is now clear
to me.

i have
no fears.

so,
i follow,
this road.
the only one,
the true.

yes.

here.
behold.
the solution:
my equation.

—-
historically, one of the most stoic physicists ever was dirac. i was wondering here how he would introduce his equation to the world if he were to use a verse. 🙂