Faux Pas

Where has all the time gone?
And when did it leave?
For some, there's no sense
of time, no such thing as time:
They do their own thing
while everything else
drifts right past them.

Some want to grab hold
of a moment only to find
it's not there anymore.
They had their chance to do
something wonderful
& flushed it away. Maybe next time,
their trusty sidekicks tell them.

Funny how time flies
when you've got a can
or a bottle in hand,
to while away the pregame hours.
By the time all is said & done,
the fun is already underway
& some folks are too far gone
to know what's happening
around them.

Nothing new, nothing of note,
nothing mysterious: This is always
what happens once the can
or bottle takes over & we begin
speaking its own distinct language.
We lose all sense of time,
don't take much thought of it either:
we're still stuck at point A,
as life goes on across the avenue,
as the game which we call life
keeps on playing without us
even knowing it.

Where did the time go?
where has the time gone?
Some folks should have known
where it went a whole lot sooner;
they had their chance to
make something happen
but no. It never was
meant to be.

The Photo Gallery

Time to stop, stare:
also time for some folks
to kick themselves,
wishing they could be
in these pictures,
where all the action is.

Some stepped up
to bat, fell asleep -
& missed the boat.
In the meantime
the cameras flash on,
new stories are
being told
& there's not much
which can be done to
keep the photographers
in question
from doing their thing.

The folks who wished they
could be in these frames:
they may just as well
keep on wishing
for a place in this album.
They can only stop, stare,
knowing full well
that they blew a chance to
make a little history
for themselves.

For The Moment

Finding love:
of all the places I should have
been looking
all of this time
I finally found it,
right here.

I don't know why
my searching was all in vain,
for nothing until now.
What I do know is:
I'm blessed,
I have something to say
with all my heart.

There is a new song
for my heart to sing;
I never truly
understood
the words or how
heartfelt its message
would become to me
until now.

So it goes on
without pause, without break:
I have found true love
at long last
yet has true love found me?

Soon, oh how soon,
true love will find me
one day
but I'm at a loss
to say where or when.

If Only

If only I had someone in my life
to share these moments with,

if only I had someone
to spend this time, to take her hand
into mine,

if only I had someone in my life
to share this journey with,
if only I had
someone to share these
precious moments,

if only I had someone
to share each passing hour,
each passing day
spent on this journey,

then & only then
my life would be complete.

Until then my heart
still waits patiently,
eagerly hoping for some sign,
some assurance
that I will find
what I'm looking for:

a lifelong love & most of its blessings.

Who could be the one for me?
That's anyone's guess;
until that moment of truth
arrives with open arms,
with an open heart
I still wait patiently,
I still watch for love
to come around

even if
she comes as a surprise,
unexpectedly.
My heart still longs
anxiously for that
special someone
to step into my life,

to complete that part
of me which was missing / lost
all along.

Could chances be
that she's right here
in front of me?
Could chances be
that I passed her
walking along?
Only time will tell,
only time can say.

If only I had someone
to share this journey with...

New Clothes

i.

Our hero has always had a way
with clothes, namely,
all the sorority T-shirts which
he's got hanging up in his closet.
Not even his roomies
-or for that matter, his own brothers -
could remotely come close
to having the sorority spirit
which our hero displays
like none other. (One set of letters
is off limits to everyone except
our hero, of course.)

And of course, who wouldn't be
jealous after seeing the man himself
from one day to the next
dressed up in a different pair
of letters? He could just as well
be wearing his own, some say
as if they harbor some secret misgivings
or doubts about our hero.
Yet they don't have much room
to talk, much less have the blessing
to be wearing such letters
on their sleeve: All they can do
is watch as he walks along,
an exemplary role model of sorts
whom they wished they could emulate
(but can't).

All they can do is wish, hope:
Yet you have to love our hero
for doing what he does
& doing his life's work well;
he's out there showing his support,
displaying his true colors
& not solely when the occasion
presents itself.

He's out there with something
to prove, to say: the letters
he is wearing is his defense,
not just a fashion statement.
These letters are a lifelong commitment
he made a long time ago,
something he returns to
repeatedly for inspiration,
for love.

ii.

For love:
this is why he wears these letters boldly,
& another reason why
he's done so much more
than make himself a household name
back at the house.

For love, for life:
this is why he chooses to wear
his letters adamantly,
why his wardrobe still is relevant
after all this time.

Are there any more questions
which need to be asked?
From the looks of things there
are none:

Our hero still clings to his lifeline
fervently, knowing full well
that it is a mark of honor,
a sign of distinction
which very few can have
let alone touch.

It is for love & for life
that these letters are worn
wholeheartedly
as if to say
he truly stands
by his convictions,
a decision which he made
personally
(without assistance).

The Front

Some duders only dream
that they could be
in my shoes at this very moment,
representing the classiest ladies
around.
Others only wish
that they could follow
each & every footstep
I am taking,
just to prove that their love
for so & so is genuine.

Others still do nothing
but talk, every word they speak
nothing but a flood of noise.
And for what?
They say their love for
so & so is undeniable,
for real. Yes, but what
does that tell me?

Their love for the sisterhood
of their choice is all for show
& they know it
even if they won't
find the muster
to say so personally.
What words they speak
are just a front for them
to hide behind,
to act out their professed honesty
& act out their so-called lives.
If ever
they picked the wrong time to
reveal their true colors
it should not have been now.

For once,
the masks & costumes need to be
put away. The least
anyone could do at this juncture,
when it comes to revealing
all along who the love of their lives
truly is,
is to be honest,
to do away with this front,
this facade of myths & frauds
we keep creating for ourselves.
It is now time
to start becoming genuine.