Beauty, Amplified!

Beauty, Amplified!

“Where is she?”, a voice wailed inside my head.
“There she is!”, another, moments later, replied
in ecstasy and my pupils dilated
at her sight, haloed by the rainbow colored lights.

 

Indeed, she is far prettier than our prettiest dreams,
more beautiful than pure beauty can ever be,
for her other half, forever dark and unseen,
turns beauty to a feeling, mere eyes fail to see.

 

A feeling, reverberating across
our synapses, remaining lodged within
a few neural paths, waiting for a stimulus,
or a set of stimuli – sharp, blunt, serrating,
is better than a mere sight, quicker too
on the release of all the rest with Dopamine!

 

And beauty, when all pure and absolute
like that when with impurity she overflows,
is often only half as beautiful
as when she is in harmony with her darkness,
like knowledge that knows the depth of her ignorance…
Don’t you see, the most beautiful time of the day
is when darkness unites with the shimmering light,
once at dawn and once at the dying hour of the sun?


 

I believe

I believe

The moon wasted her beams for me on many a night
but this land has no place for lunacy!
Do you know how to live a human life,
different from that of dogs or a tree,
when you can neither pant for attention,
nor lust after the glorious pinnacle of the sun?
   

I believe to have come to seek and strive,
to know why we are what we are, to find
what we are deep down and see myself through
but not just me, I believe so have you!
   

I believe and I know that day will come
when the world shall persist and breathe as one,
perhaps not in my puny lifespan though
but I am not living at the wrong point of history,
by the light of my lunatic dreams I am halfway there
but not just me, I believe you are not too far behind!

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Nonconformance

Nonconformance

Is the moon there, even when I am not looking?
Nay, not for me, I will never be on the moon
until someone looks up and finds me standing there!
The only other way is for you to accept
my words with your eyes shut and I shall do the same
to yours on the moon being there without observing!
So, can you tell if God throws dice or does He not
and can you decide what He can or cannot do?
   

Do I exist, when I am not contemplating?
I know the world does, even though I have resigned
from all my weary thoughts of it, I know it from
the sulfide stench of self gratifying politics,
corruption and human greed, short sighted at its best
but mostly blind, that lets the air drop all around!
   

If you can breathe that putrid air without a flinch
then both you and I cannot live in the same world or time!
So either you must die or come and shoot me dead!
Come on, do not hesitate, you are only going to kill a man!

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A Moth’s Tale

A Moth’s Tale

Why am I drawn to the light like a moth,
whether it’s from the moon or synthetic?
How long must a moth be fooled by light bulbs
before it can tell the real from the fake?
   

A misunderstood mouse flying on fingers
fares a whole lot better at nights than me,
despite being almost blind, it has its’ words,
high pitched, painting flawless the world around!
   

Unlike a cicada I have no ultrasound,
so I need a route unpolished by Eve, Adam
and their descendants, plotting for prosperity
or I’ll always be fooled by the lure of their lights!
    

But then, even if I could reach the moon I would have known,
the light that brought me there from earth had never been her own!

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A Libran

A Libran

Being born a Libran, you should know I am
always in love with everyone, though
in my own peculiar way that lets me
love seven billion souls at the same time,
for I see the heavens in beauty and
find the truth in supposed deformities.
   

I am favored by the moons of creation
but not by the glittering Jupiter,
by the Leo’s sun I am forever scorned
and I have no sting unlike a Scorpio,
so abnegation is my tragic flaw
and amity, my original sin!
   

I long for an eternal harmony
and a real world, the way it should have been!  

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