The slayer in blue,
A character so colorful,
Covering every hue.
Although absent you may be,
Busy teaching children from A to Z,
Know that you've got a friend in me.
Wish I had more to give,
But a limited knowledge
Of your likes I hold, please forgive.
We treasure the moments you're here.
And don't think I forgot about that beer:
Hopefully we can hang out more together
In your new year.
Now once again,
The slayer in blue,
Happy birthday to you!
Oğuz Kaan Aybak
In the ocean
Of thoughts and feelings unfiltered,
Eroding,
A resolve stands steeled stainless.
Dents and chips and gouges galore,
Yet it takes just warmth
Of kindness to weld it back whole.
Your own scapegoat looking
Out the eye window.
Unseen bars blocking.
Emotions hidden, a self-inflicted
Mended prison.
All the trash-gunk occupy
The waters to quantify
A meaning in the nonstop stream,
But all still behind the walls of
Intrusive anxious undefined pride.
No scream...
Dangerous thing, humility.
Wonder how right
Can Moon's reflection be?
When you know the Sun
Itself isn't free?
The relentless river,
The current's vigor.
If only, ahead I could see.
Nothing to do, but row blindly.
Silent waves compiling,
Glass's each grain of sand.
Find the way without prying,
Naught but imagination to hold my hand.
Inner warmth might
Yearn to be blistering,
But what good is it
When the fuel is missing?
Dents and chips and gouges outside.
Their cries unheard,
An illusion of disillusion gave that damned pride.
What did the hesitation solve?
Letting you down...
Letting the turtle drown...
So much for resolve!
You are the master? Steer.
Don't falter. Clear
The fog. Advance!
Filter.
A moment.
A chance! No,
The river!
Stop!
Stop...!
More comedy than tragedy:
A cycle bittersweet.
Both clear and unclear.
Ah.
My fear.
