In tiredness’ grip, I want to sleep,
I *need* to dream, it’s been a long day…
To hell with the illogical desecration of the beauty which should be reality.
(To be continued…)
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In tiredness’ grip, I want to sleep,
I *need* to dream, it’s been a long day…
To hell with the illogical desecration of the beauty which should be reality.
(To be continued…)
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Innocent beauty,
overtaken by grotesque.
Sick world we have made.
(To be continued…)
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A smile. A simple smile,
if genuine, and friendly,
from a stranger, unexpectedly,
can be enough to rescue your day,
your life even, maybe,
delivering hope,
a glimmer of love and beauty,
the best music of Mozart,
respite,
in a world of competition and hate.
(To be continued…)
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Poetic prose beats
prosaic poetry.
Probably.
(… Definitely!)
(To be continued…)
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Another time, golden, one might say, alas, gone …
Tonight, some old sports footage reminds me
of natural beauty,
as champions smile widely,
exposing in their glee,
yellowed teeth honesty.
(To be continued…)
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Beauty will save the world,
it is said.
Perhaps, and it may well have been meant to be so.
But, alas …
What if the beauty has been buried so deep under evil and badness, human self-centeredness,
that it has no chance?
In a strange parody of the carbon release scenario plaguing the planet, imagine that the beauty simply cannot be found and/or released.
What hope then?
We die in an ugly world.
(To be continued…)
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If the critic is looking for another description of a flower,
s/he will not get that from me.
The world and the people do not need another description of a flower
(go outside and look for yourself: sometime, somewhere, something will be growing near you – whether moss or wild rosa).
Instead,
we need to think,
to explore the heart of darkness,
to treat each other with kindness.
We need enlightenment.
(To be continued…)
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Succumb, the heart says,
to spontaneous desire;
delay future pain.
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I see art,
and it’s beautiful.
The creation is truly a sensation!
But I understand what most men see,
on the wall,
in their souls,
and what they feel…
Base arousal.
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Please, I want beauty,
in my visual range, perchance,
rise above horrors.
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