"As we grow old, the beauty steals inward." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Beauty Divides
Beauty
Divides
Beauty
Progressions
rarely
Rhyme
democracy
Unstable
Denies
The
Fruition
Before
The
Fable
lies and facts
Fictions and lessons
It has always been
A game of wits
Wits and empty promises
Beauty sorely needed forever -
Time
Beauty
Divides
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Wasteland of a Wasteland
In this barren wasteland of a
Wasteland
We profit from
Nothing
Tangible
In this wasteland
We make toys from plastic moldings of
Maniacal dictators' wings
And our minds
Oh our precious, beautiful minds
Are subjected to the most rancid
Diatribes & fluctuations
To ever be produced by
Western civility
Oh it all seems unbearable
At times
Yet we trudge onward
In this barren wasteland of
A
Wasteland
Things could be better
Things shall be better
Things must be better
Tomorrow
Than
Today
But tomorrow mustn't be
The main objective
Lives cannot be transmuted
Overnight
One generation must not hope to
Survive
And enjoy the spoils of another
Generation
Until
The last grain of sand has been filtered
And turned into
Fertile
Fecund
Ground
......
In this wasteland we do live, laugh, love
And play
In this wasteland we must not forget
Or stray
....
Beauty is within
All is
Within