Welcome to Kesslar Kindle, below you will find the titles to odes I have written, which share feelings, thoughts and modern-day issues—written from the heart by Kesslar. (All my writing is copyright protected and should not be published or used without Kesslar’s direct consent in writing)
“Today words of wisdom - Life is a journey, when we start it we never know where it ends, are we supposed to go in a straight line and miss all the maybes of happiness, excitement, adventure, disappointments regrets, sadness and go straight to go, or are we supposed to go left and right and test all the ports of call, knowing that once we reach the end of our life’s journey that we left no stone unturned. Life is what we make it.”
— JD Kesslar
MY LAST 10 POSTED
When darkness sighs and flees the western skies,
And morning stirs with sleepy, blushing eyes,
A miracle spills from horizon’s yawn—
The heavens gift us with the Purple Dawn.
The sun ascends, yet low and shyly born,
Its rays still soft, not yet in crimson sworn.
No blazing reds or boldest golds appear—
Just violet veils the early atmosphere.
Molecules dance in spectral, scattered light,
Exploding amethyst against the night.
(An Ode to the Lovers Who Fight and Find Their Way Back)
We clashed vicious, brutal, like strangers with knives for tongues,
As if love had never lived here, ballards never sung.
You, once my refuge, became my war,
And I now your enemy, not your amour.
Words spilled with shards of truths or lies, we’ll never quite know,
Thrown like stones in a fevered glow.
Our lips, usually soft with kisses,
Now cracked and raw with unspeakable misses……..
In the vast, red heart of the land, Where the sun paints the sky with hues so grand, The whispers of the Outback sing, A timeless song of the earth's own ring.
Kangaroos leap at dusk's sweet call, Their shadows long, stretching tall, Across the plains where spinifex grows, And eucalyptus in the breeze gently blows……
(This was for a beautiful Ukraine girl who is Aries, who has faced the challenges of learning life in another country and learnt to be herself and follow her dreams.)
You are Ukrainian, you are Aries,
A spirit untamed, a soul that carries
The fire of passion, the thrill of the chase,
No ordinary girl, no not even a trace.
With laughter that dances like sunlit streams,
You turn the world into golden dreams.
A lens in your hand, your beauty framed,
Gigabytes of wonder, forever named.
You twirl in dresses, fierce and bright,………
(This is an Ode is about the Grana Restaurant, Sydney. Not only did they capture my taste buds, but my creative immigration was inspired)
In Grana’s hush, beneath the stone and beam,
Where whispers dance in subterranean dream,
There stands, not leafed, but in poise and grace,
The sartorial olive tree, in its timeless place.
It rises tall through echoes deep and wide,
A witness to the clink of glass, full of pride,
Of love declared in shadows soft and low,
Its limbs laid bare where silken fashions flow.
Its bark a ghostly shimmer, pale, and bright,
A beacon in the softly cradled night……..
(This is the first ode I wrote based on a person I never met, it was based on the little I knew about her and her instagram profile, Megan loved it.)
Her name was Megan, wild and free,
She hailed from the land down under far beyond the sea.
But when I met her, she roamed afar,
In Thailand’s land of sun and stars.
Her long hair, darker than the night,
Moonlight kissed, bathed in light……….
(This ode was written based on what I experienced in life and what other people I know have experienced, depression affects everyone in different ways, and affects those in ways they do not understand themselves )
The world fades, a whispering ghost,
Your four walls now matter the most.
Darkness knocks, a friend in disguise,
A beast within, with hollowed eyes.
How did it start? A wound, unseen
Trauma, childhood, places we've been……….
In a world of pronouns, voices rise,
He/him, she/her—truth in their eyes.
He becomes she, or neither at all,
Yet still they stand, proud and tall.
A spectrum vast, a radiant hue,
The rainbow is flown, bold and true.
Yet even within, there’s pain untold,
For bi hearts shunned, left in the cold.
Why are we different? Who casts the divide?
Are we not all just souls inside?
Where boys mould as one, passion untamed………
(This is my first short story)
Outside, the air was biting at negative seven degrees, but the sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow over the winter wonderland. As you walked into the coffee shop, a vapor of cold air escaped with each breath, swirling around you before vanishing. I watched you from my seat, anticipation traveling through me……..
It's 2:30 AM, and the Drynie Boys are in play,
Harvesting cane that won't see the next day.
With skill and might, they cut through the night,
Harvester and truck in sync, a seamless sight.
Working in harmony beneath the sun’s fierce heat,
Their work’s never over until the last bin's beat.
Through golden seas of towering sugar cane,
They cut, they toil, through grease, sweat and strain……..
MY FULL COLLECTION
When darkness sighs and flees the western skies,
And morning stirs with sleepy, blushing eyes,
A miracle spills from horizon’s yawn—
The heavens gift us with the Purple Dawn.
The sun ascends, yet low and shyly born,
Its rays still soft, not yet in crimson sworn.
No blazing reds or boldest golds appear—
Just violet veils the early atmosphere.
Molecules dance in spectral, scattered light,
Exploding amethyst against the night.
(An Ode to the Lovers Who Fight and Find Their Way Back)
We clashed vicious, brutal, like strangers with knives for tongues,
As if love had never lived here, ballards never sung.
You, once my refuge, became my war,
And I now your enemy, not your amour.
Words spilled with shards of truths or lies, we’ll never quite know,
Thrown like stones in a fevered glow.
Our lips, usually soft with kisses,
Now cracked and raw with unspeakable misses……..
In the vast, red heart of the land, Where the sun paints the sky with hues so grand, The whispers of the Outback sing, A timeless song of the earth's own ring.
Kangaroos leap at dusk's sweet call, Their shadows long, stretching tall, Across the plains where spinifex grows, And eucalyptus in the breeze gently blows……
(This was for a beautiful Ukraine girl who is Aries, who has faced the challenges of learning life in another country and learnt to be herself and follow her dreams.)
You are Ukrainian, you are Aries,
A spirit untamed, a soul that carries
The fire of passion, the thrill of the chase,
No ordinary girl, no not even a trace.
With laughter that dances like sunlit streams,
You turn the world into golden dreams.
A lens in your hand, your beauty framed,
Gigabytes of wonder, forever named.
You twirl in dresses, fierce and bright,………
(This is an Ode is about the Grana Restaurant, Sydney. Not only did they capture my taste buds, but my creative immigration was inspired)
In Grana’s hush, beneath the stone and beam,
Where whispers dance in subterranean dream,
There stands, not leafed, but in poise and grace,
The sartorial olive tree, in its timeless place.
It rises tall through echoes deep and wide,
A witness to the clink of glass, full of pride,
Of love declared in shadows soft and low,
Its limbs laid bare where silken fashions flow.
Its bark a ghostly shimmer, pale, and bright,
A beacon in the softly cradled night……..
(This is the first ode I wrote based on a person I never met, it was based on the little I knew about her and her instagram profile, Megan loved it.)
Her name was Megan, wild and free,
She hailed from the land down under far beyond the sea.
But when I met her, she roamed afar,
In Thailand’s land of sun and stars.
Her long hair, darker than the night,
Moonlight kissed, bathed in light……….
(This ode was written based on what I experienced in life and what other people I know have experienced, depression affects everyone in different ways, and affects those in ways they do not understand themselves )
The world fades, a whispering ghost,
Your four walls now matter the most.
Darkness knocks, a friend in disguise,
A beast within, with hollowed eyes.
How did it start? A wound, unseen
Trauma, childhood, places we've been……….
In a world of pronouns, voices rise,
He/him, she/her—truth in their eyes.
He becomes she, or neither at all,
Yet still they stand, proud and tall.
A spectrum vast, a radiant hue,
The rainbow is flown, bold and true.
Yet even within, there’s pain untold,
For bi hearts shunned, left in the cold.
Why are we different? Who casts the divide?
Are we not all just souls inside?
Where boys mould as one, passion untamed………
(This is my first short story)
Outside, the air was biting at negative seven degrees, but the sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow over the winter wonderland. As you walked into the coffee shop, a vapor of cold air escaped with each breath, swirling around you before vanishing. I watched you from my seat, anticipation traveling through me……..
It's 2:30 AM, and the Drynie Boys are in play,
Harvesting cane that won't see the next day.
With skill and might, they cut through the night,
Harvester and truck in sync, a seamless sight.
Working in harmony beneath the sun’s fierce heat,
Their work’s never over until the last bin's beat.
Through golden seas of towering sugar cane,
They cut, they toil, through grease, sweat and strain……..
You stand tall, a princess among the wild,
Facing the world as the sun crowns your golden halo.
The facets of your beauty, like petals kissed by morning dew,
Catch the beams of light, glowing as bright as the heart of day………..
As morning arrives, streaks of sunlight pierce the room, and the weight of a tender touch pulls me from my dreams. Warm kisses brush against my skin, and I feel your presence pressing against me. Slowly, I open my eyes to find you gazing back with those beautiful eyes, your hair falling like a soft veil around us. Your fingers glide to mine, intertwining, as if to remind me: you are here……..
The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds
At last, we meet, once bound by the screen,
Now, face to face, where reality’s seen.
No more pixels between our hearts' desires,
May tomorrow, be our time to inspire.
We'll share the sunrise, the sunset’s glow,
The quiet moments where true feelings flow.
In life’s embrace, we’ll find our way,
In the dance of time, we’ll seize the day.
Love is a Funny Thing
Love is a funny thing,
You love the morning sun that shines,
Your best friend, your family, your partner in life.
But how do we know which love is real?
Or is it beauty and nature that our hearts should feel?
Why can love be so different, so surreal?
I am not your Instagram boyfriend,
capturing fleeting moments in a digital abyss—
the light in your hair,
your cascading reflection in the nearby mirror,
or the steam rising from your morning espresso,
all while highlighting your radiant smile.
I do not perfect your poses, ensuring envy blooms
among your ever-growing followers.
You Are My Sun...Shine
When your eyes open,
the first rays of your smile
bathe the room in warmth,
filling every corner with your presence.
The spark in your gaze
finds the deepest shadows,
banishing darkness,
filling the void with your light.
What are moments?
Are moments time, another name for a second or hour or even a day?
Can moments be measured by time, by a maths equation?
How long or short can a moment be?
Are moments happy or sad, good or bad, fun or boring?
Can moments change my life?
Can I control moments?
These are questions we all ask, what is a moment, is it a feeling? Is it something we have done? …….
Three years ago I was earning millions and dining in the finest restaurants and enjoying the worlds greatest cruises.
Two years ago I was globe trotting the world passing through countries like they are a Mcdonalds drive thru.
Last year COVID hit us all, the world shut down. I was trapped, surviving and just living not sure were life was taking me.
Today I am a bus driver, thanking the world that I am alive and I feel safe…….
Just like a onion you say? Why an onion? Well have you ever compared an onion to your self I say?
Just like an onion we come in many colours and sizes, you have white ones, brown ones, red ones, yellow ones and green ones. Do we not come in many colours and sizes.
Just like an onion we have a hard exterior and if peeled back release moisture, layer by layer. Does an onion not have a hard exterior on the outside and soft ones that release moisture too………
Where Have You Been All Night?
As morning arrives, streaks of sunlight pierce the room, and the weight of a tender touch pulls me from my dreams. Warm kisses brush against my skin, and I feel your presence pressing against me. Slowly, I open my eyes to find you gazing back with those beautiful eyes, your hair falling like a soft veil around us. Your fingers glide to mine, intertwining, as if to remind me: you are here……..
Where Have You Been All Night?
As the sun dips below the horizon, the world succumbs to the embrace of night. Shadows deepen, and silence thickens. Alone, I lie in the stillness, my thoughts consumed by you. Where are you tonight, my love?
Through the faint glow of moonlight slipping past the curtains, I cast a glance at the empty space beside me. How I long to see the gentle gleam of silver light reflecting off your serene face. To press a tender kiss on your soft lashes, gaze into your warm eyes, and whisper a quiet goodnight. Yet, the emptiness remains, and I wonder, where have you gone?
As sleep begins to tug at my consciousness, my heart grows heavy with longing. I yearn for the sight of your cascading curls, the soft waves of your hair carrying the scent of a garden after rain. In my mind's eye, I see you draped in your favorite silken nightwear, its gentle folds resting against you, rising and falling with each delicate breath. I ache to know who might be entranced by your beauty tonight, in my stead.
In the quiet hours before dawn, the faint rhythm of rain taps against the roof, stirring memories of you. I recall the sight of you stepping from the shower, your hair slick and straight, glistening like a waterfall. Droplets danced along your skin, clinging briefly before tumbling to meet the ground. In that moment, I envied those beads of water, tracing paths across your form. If I could, I would trace a thousand such paths, each bringing you a thousand smiles. Perhaps then, I would not be left wondering where you are tonight.
As morning arrives, streaks of sunlight pierce the room, and the weight of a tender touch pulls me from my dreams. Warm kisses brush against my skin, and I feel your presence pressing against me. Slowly, I open my eyes to find you gazing back with those beautiful eyes, your hair falling like a soft veil around us. Your fingers glide to mine, intertwining, as if to remind me: you are here.
The silken barrier between us is gone; flesh meets flesh, warmth meets warmth. In your embrace, I am lost, and the questions of the night fade into nothingness. Have I woken, or am I dreaming still? I wonder, where have you been all night?
The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds
The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds
At last, we meet, once bound by the screen,
Now, face to face, where reality’s seen.
No more pixels between our hearts' desires,
May tomorrow, be our time to inspire.
We'll share the sunrise, the sunset’s glow,
The quiet moments where true feelings flow.
In life’s embrace, we’ll find our way,
In the dance of time, we’ll seize the day.
The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds
At last, we meet, once bound by the screen,
Now, face to face, where reality’s seen.
No more pixels between our hearts' desires,
May tomorrow, be our time to inspire.
We'll share the sunrise, the sunset’s glow,
The quiet moments where true feelings flow.
In life’s embrace, we’ll find our way,
In the dance of time, we’ll seize the day.
Your smile, so bright, a light so pure,
A glimpse of your soul, both calm and sure.
Through every smile, through every virtual word,
The depths of you, my heart has stirred.
Though our time may be fleeting and brief,
Captivated, I was, from the start of it all.
Thank you for being you, so true,
For showing the world your spirit through.
As we open our minds, hearts free,
May the world, too, open wide to see,
That here, in this moment, we stand and grow,
Our two real worlds collide, and together we will grow,
As the night glow fades the virtual world sets upon us again.