Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity.
Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security deposit for a mind’s decay.
Darkness is a light meant to blight a mind with a fright from a jawline lost in a fight.
Under a hoodie covering a body lies a heart fighting for beauty extending its fingers gracefully. Yet the eyes only see a dead body not the mentality exuding spirituality.
Death encircles vitality only to accentuate mortality. Just as darkness blights luminosity only to revamp visibility and morality. Yet only beauty brought by decay can wake one up to reality.
Everything in life is like a chain of dualities that complete a circle. If not for death we won’t appreciate life and if not for darkness we won’t understand what light is and if not for decay we would’ve never seen beauty in vitality. Hence, beauty rises from decaying and decay gives birth to appreciation of beauty.
Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood
Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes
…So, I asked: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible becoming real; or It is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player; It is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist;