there’s a great terror in the universe
there’s a beast in the great terror of the universe
a beast is a beauty of a great terror
a beast is a beauty of a great terror in the universe
beauty is the beast,beauty is the great terror,beauty is the universe
beauty is the beast of a great terror
the eyes of the beast is the eyes of a great terror
the eyes of the beast is beauty of the beast
the eyes of the beast is the eyes of the beholder
the eyes of the beast is the beholder of the beast
the eyes is the beholder of a beast
the eyes is the beholder of a great terror
beholder is beholder of a beast
beholder is beholder of a great terror
beauty is the beholder of the universe
beauty is the beholder of a great terror
beauty is beauty in the eyes of the universe
beauty is beauty in the eyes of the beholder
beauty is beauty in the eyes of a great terror
the beholder of a beast is the beholder of a great terror
the beholder is the eyes of the beast
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about there's a beast in the great terror of the universe. i don't add capitalization's on my writing.
Empty eyes of sorrow and sadness
Stare into a constant void of madness
With her blonde colored hair
Upon hours I could stare
And hold no cares.
For a maiden so fair
My lifetime I would share
And be forever paired.
Some say it's quite drastic
But she's quite elastic
Who cares if she's spastic
When she's made of plastic
Beauty is in the
Eye of the beholder
Sadly my eye
Is not a fan
Of it’s view
I connect the freckles on her face
To see my daily horoscope
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
But I don't believe that.
Because if everyone does not see you the way I see you,
This would be a sad world.
I told you before
you are lovely
You said something like
no never not me
Well then maybe
I will take a photo
so you can know
how by this man's eyes
You are seen
A masterpiece of composition
Perfect like beautiful days
A song that maybe only
I will be humming
in all the loveliest
of lovely ways
Beauty is held
by the beholder
So that all might not
have to agree
Lovely is held
in a separate place
So that heartstrings
I will tell you again
You are lovely
Maybe you'll think
Then so you say
We will not need
to look at a photo
Yet you will know
You are truly lovely
In such a beautiful way
Whenever one lays their eyes upon us,
What is perceived is something that exists
Only at the peripheries of their mind, while
Things that makes us, us, are the opposite.
One would gasp in awe at someone's beauty,
Shiver in excitement about their courage and might,
Imagine countless friends and lovers they have;
How success is their husband and joy is their wife.
Surely, for them, talent blossoms like a flowers,
And everyone knows when and why they laugh, and joins;
And if they ever cry(why would they at all?),
More than one soothing arm awaits their call.
While what is unseen lurks beneath beholder's delusions,
Who wants to see what one envies most and searches for
In oneself in vain. As how they see us is the opposite
of us, true, but the opposite of themselves at the time as well.
In the eye of the beholder,
Or should I say de listener?
The lucid muse of Mozart,
We're all human, though worlds apart,
Elvira Madigan's dreaming,
Mozart plays Mozart, so it's seeming,
Mozart in Heaven streaming
Into the ear of the de listener,
Of is it the eye of the beholder???????
Well you may wonder why,
You caught my eye.
You did due to the air surrounding you.
The aroma of struggle and hardship.
I saw you walk alone.
When plenty wanted to walk with you.
I suppose I sat and wondered why.
Just why, oh why, you caught my eye.