Perception

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Beauty, they say
It’s all in the eyes
of the seer
the one who beholds
but more than the eyes
the mind
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What you see
often
merely
what you chose
in the moment
to perceive

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The picture
the object
the moment in time
is it what you see
or who you are
coloring
the impact
on your today

See gently
choose wisely
perception
is
reality

Catchpenny

her whole world
washed out and gray
lacking all luster
to make it through the day
nothing she did
helped her heart shine
she wore no smile
I tried to give her mine
superficial beauty
kissed every feature
her heart was frightened
a lonely creature
yet in the quiet darkness
beneath the shine of the stars
she came to understand
her dreams matter as much as ours

Sing

Do you sing?
I hear the quiet click
of feet
as you land
almost silent by my side
do you sing
when your heart
is full of sorrow
full of joy
full of song
do you sing
Do you lift your voice
to the heaves
despite
tone deaf raucous elation
and allow your voice
to reach to the heaves
to soar to the stars
to part the gray skies
and take flight
do you sing
for despite whether or not
you sound like a nightingale
or you sound like a crow
the answer to
do you sing
should always be
of course
for every bird has their song
and every song
needs to be sung.

Past the Prime

Dew on the rose

Though time has passed
as time always does
and the petals
on this rose
have gone past new
The dew
as the petals
dries
Yet the warmth of the sun
soothes the beauty
that remains
to shine
in the bright light of day
Remember fair rose
that beauty lies not
solely
in the newness of youth
held tightly in
shimmering in the fine
beauty lies
in that
which never dies
and the one who sees
finds the sweetness within
holds the beauty
in the palm
of their heart

Broken

Through the night
Of a thousand lies
That wrap your heart
In the midnight blue velvet
Of the hateful dress
Through the shattered places
Kicked into your soul
Shines the tiniest shimmer
Of the light
Blessed are the cracks
In the broken vessels
Of our lives
For through these cracks
Shine the undying glow
Of happiness, goodness and hope

Imperfect

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I am perfectly
imperfect
the sum of all
of the imperfections
and yet
more than even the sum
of all put together and multiplied

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My beauty
soul
spirit
dreams
Stems entirely from
all of my imperfections

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A sorry lonely world
it would be
if everyone
were the perfect
sweet scented
flawlessness
Same

It is the imperfections
that bring the interesting
to an otherwise
sterile perfect world

Weeds

 

Everyone drives
by the wild and wonderful
colorful and simple
Speeding through their day
from place to place
from face to face
never taking time
to see
the interesting
unusual
beauty

Works of art
living or not
flat and glossy
painted and decorated
attractive
decorative
austere

But the weeds
Simple stunning weeds
flawed and ignored
sing to my heart
bring interest to
the world
set the day apart
light my way
with true
lasting beauty
the beauty that stays
forever in your dreams