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Humans find a metric to measure everything - scaling down uncertainty and beauty into a concept so small or mundane that it makes it easy to understand.

The depths of my soul is something that has no metric.

It is the home of untainted imagination;
It is the example of unwavering dedication;

It is an engine room feeding an insatiable furnace.

No metrics, because there is no uncertainty: My soul…

…cannot be scaled down and cannot be understood.

…understands no threshold of sacrifice, compromise or impossibility that it cannot satisfy.

…is the one thing that goes beyond everything that makes me mortal.

…renders no occasion so safe or so out of reach it will not rise to.

It loves fiercely, fights violently, protects always.

The beauty: My soul…

…holds that very breath God breathed into me when I was first born… forever fanning my insatiable furnace to flame.

Thank you God, for my *unconquerable soul
Unconquerable Soul referencing the Invictus Poem by William Blake and is not my quote.
ABeautifullMind Nov 2020
We must accept that we cannot blame the mirror for what we see when we look into it.

To do this would be self induced delusion. ©

John Paul Fraser
ABeautifullMind Oct 2019
I can't get myself to allow another human to hold my heart.

Not because of the fear that they might break it.

Instead that my broken heart, in pieces, shaped with sharp edges will hurt them.

Take a rose for example, it's thorns prevent you from holding on to it, you might put up with a cut or two but after a while no matter how beautiful the rose is - you will let it go.

As the rose is better enjoyed admiring from arms length, so am I.

As the rose grows until picked by someone elses hand, so am I.

So let me go. Let me grow.

Admire from afar. I've seen my mark in too many people's scars.

John Paul Fraser (c)
ABeautifullMind Dec 2018
Am I delusional as they say hearing my declarations

Am I favoured as they boast in my achievements

Am I wrong or am I right

Do I speak a language foreign to that accepted by our societal limitations?

Am I the only one who believes in the power of the human soul?

Can someone please tell me what's going on, what is real, what is true

because I'm losing my mind trying to figure out what next to do

To go all in or to fold for another chance -

   but - we never know if that chance will come

All we can do is hope.

I hope that I am I am true.
ABeautifullMind Apr 2018
Like a blank canvass I entered her life.

Like a set of pastel crayons she coloured mine:

She taught me how to live, she taught me how to smile;

She taught me how to lie;

She taught me how to dream.

And in the end, she taught me how to cry.
PS. Ahe also taught me that if you hold a remote close to your head and press the button, the remote will work.
ABeautifullMind Jan 2018
If you want to see a girl leave you;

Tell her she's beautiful.
Tell her she's perfect.

If that doesn't work -

Tell her you love her
This is true. I honestly will call ballshit if you disagree.
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