Object of desire
Empty within
Shell of a shell
True oblivion
An egg of painted glass
Infinite caution could see it everlast
Cracks form at the lightest touch
Fragility
Bound to destruct
Tag Archives: Beauty
The Rough
I never sit down with a plan
I simply shake my head
Whatsoever issues forth, sent to page from pen
Pensive thoughts aren’t worth a lot
I like mine unrefined
The beauty of a diamond before it’s cut to size
Moments fly by me en masse
No time to overthink them, for others will slip past
I spend my time in the rough, surrounded by raw beauty
The jeweler wastes their time, ever faceting and smoothing
Zirconium Man
I’m a man that’s beautiful in the way of zirconium
Not nearly so charming when you look closer…
Intentions just as pure
Yet not what you expected
My imperfect allure is often rejected
Nothing cures the way of this stone
Flaws more apparent the more that you know
Like flowers of blue that poison the mind
I’m best left alone in the dirt with my kind
– Zirconium Man
The Art of Love and Malice
To me, for mankind there are few greater creations
The way we can take words and artfully arrange them
Lay them out upon a page
Paint a mental picture that could rival a Monet
Relate a deeper meaning
Or merely draw the eye along by routes, obscure and scenic
Some fiendish, as I and Baudelaire
Looking through the cracks for beauty in despair
Often careless and quite callous
The sacred art of poetry is one of love and malice
Lifeless Boughs
The sky above is alive with flying clouds of color
Some might say I’m biased, but Autumn bests the Summer
Nothing holds a greater beauty
The poetry and despair of slumber’s colors blooming
Soon will come the cold
For now I’m basking in the warmth of orange, red, yellow bold
Truth told, we’re much like kin
Standing out the most before the fall takes us again
We then must start anew
Budding even after spending most the year subdued
Muted grays and tired browns
Waiting for the warmth to come and bring life to the boughs
The Wind
Still sky, wrath suspended
The calm before the storm
Something unstoppable
Clouds taking form
Funneling to Earth
Stemming massive flows
Progression so deadly
In circles, they do go
Those who meet them, perish
Those who see them, hide
Never will they say again, “It’s just the wind, dear child”
Willing Prey, Accidental Predator
A smile
Those eyes
A graceful tongue
Unconsciously, a web was spun
Stunned by beauty you exude
High cardiac magnitude
My crude heart was badly shaken
Though I doubt you meant to take it
Mistakenly, you captured me
Lovely spider, lowly flea
You can’t release me from your web
Eat me or leave me for dead
Suspended, hanging off every word
Snared by silken letters
No longer hidden in the fur
An unwanted passenger, praying for life or death in open air
The Chronologist
One day soon, I’ll bind a book
Leather, cloth, sweat and work
Circulation, unintended
There’s but one place I’d ever send it
Straight to the heart of the inspiration
On such beauty, no words are wasted
Chasing her to share my thoughts
A foolish action that serves me not
So, I’ll stop and send just this
Titled “Love’s Chronologist”
Aqua-pearl
I’m just like an ocean
Coming, going as I please
Often quite predictable
Like any open sea
Not to say I’m boring
There are storms and deadly swells
Days of placid beauty
Like a drifting, timeless spell
Hell hath no fury like the mistress of the tide
Holding back the abyss
So many hundred fathoms try
Ache to swallow the world
Become one with beauty
Earth aqua-pearl
There’s nothing new to sayIt’s all been said
There’s nothing new to say
It’s all been said before
You read my heart’s desire
Not knowing who it’s for
Scores of single letters
Strung up like lights
Bright against the darkness
Vague until tonight
I should have told you sooner
I could never see a chance
You’ve always been the muse
Guiding ink from pen in hand
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