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It is the soul that contains beauty.
True beauty can only emerge from within,
Beauty is everlasting,
That's why it can't be physical because nothing physical is everlasting.
The immortal part of being is what's beautiful.
Its moulded by its owner and given a final touch by its creator.
Beauty is in you.
We're all leaning towers.
Never quite perfect.
But still we are beautiful
with our own crooked defects.
We are all beautifully made... even if we happen to lean a bit. ;)
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in this worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
I'm re-posting this because I feel as if it needs to be shared. We live in such a lost world; where bad is good, and wrong is right. We are toeing a fine line, my friends. Our next generation can't be this way.
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"If love is the shape of a heart,then a heart is worth drawing." <3
Moral --» no matter how trivial something may seem,if it represents love its worthy.
In my one pocket
I keep a selection of words
In my other
Different thoughts that accure

At times I'll sit down
Pull them all out
Mixing freely
Random thoughts to my words

Where they seem to go
Together with ease
My words and my thoughts
That in my pockets I keep
she arrives
attired*
in a kaleidoscope
coloured
dress
of
resplendent hues
so vivid to the eye
such a vivacious
paintbox
she'll
beautifully supply
crimsons
yellows
lilacs
splendidly
fashion her frock
on spring's catwalk
of
apparel
*stock
one minute the written piece
will be so nicely posted
then in the very next minute
it will be quickly unposted

an indecisive mind works
on the submission page
switching the on and off switch
with an unregulated gauge  

numerous times
this pattern
has occurred to confuse
numerous times
this pattern
frequently does get a use

before offering
any pieces for posting
the submitter needs
to be sure of the hosting
take me to the mountains
where my spirit can roam
take me to mountains
so I can walk on their welcoming loam*

in the mountains the birds sing
such a sweetness of song
this is the rightful place
for my heart to belong

deeply seeded within the soul
the mountain's beautiful hues stay
when I'm amid the fall colours
my joys happily parlay

take me to the mountains
where my spirit can roam
take me to the mountains
so I can walk on their welcoming loam

the mountains call me
with a returning refrain
oh how wonderful being
back home in this domain

for too long I've been absent
from the mountains I treasure
everything about them
has a sheerness of pleasure

take me to the mountains
where my spirit can roam
take me to the mountains
*so I can walk on their welcoming loam
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