over millennia the question
     what is beauty
has occupied the minds
of great philosophers

museums, galleries, and private homes
     as well as public monuments
display the sculptures, paintings, texts, and movies
created by the artists of all cultures over time
with figures, colors, poems with(out) rhyme

looking at that variety
I do remember words of one much older
     “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
Picasso speaks to one, Velasquez to another
some prefer Shakespeare, others e. e. cummings,
in movies we find Billy Wilder or Fritz Lang
right next to Eastwood or Sarandon

which of them we enjoy with great abandon
depends on whether  they can touch our heart and soul,
move us to tears, stir our thought,
or simply leave us speechless

we have that soft spot for the beautiful
reminding us that there are things that go beyond ourselves
     they touch us gently
     like the morning songs of elves

till suddenly the brilliance of human art
reaches the very depths of our heart

Facts remain the same
Facts don't change
It's the mind of an individual that changes.

Facts remain the same
Facts don't change
It's the thought process of an individual that changes.

Facts remain the same
Facts don't change
It's the intention of an individual that changes.

The more we get involved in the way of getting things done,
the more closer we come to the number of possibilities that seem to be possible with regards to the future.

An uncertain future,
however bright and promising it may seem to be,
one thing remains for certain,
the future remains uncertain.

Better to be a part of the present
Better to be a part of the present moment in time and then get everything done rather than depending on an uncertain future.
This is because one thing is going to remain the same
One thing is going to remain certain
Facts remain the same
Facts don't change

It's the time that passes by, which needs to be taken into account and taken care of along with the passing moment in time.
Definitely facts remain the same
Facts don't change

recycling trouble from the past in hopes you'll make time go fast for your slow hourglass
shake the sand, gravitate towards the new plan

pave the ground, it won't be so bumpy now

we tossed the nails to the side, just don't forget the part where you drive
a rock or two will make you swerve, but ruthless words will be there to serve
gas is ready, handy and steady waiting to be levied
the price goes up but our strive runs slow

what's more difficult than loving someone you knew could never love you in return?
what's more harder than keeping your feelings inside you for your friendship to sustain?
what's more painful than seeing someone you love, love another person as much as someone loves himself?
what's more farther than the distance between the two of you when you know that someone is only beside you?

how can an individual get through over this if giving up is not an option?
how can an individual stop that kind of feeling when an individual doesn't want to?
how can an individual not feel the pain when it hurts badly inside?
how can an individual escape this restlessness if that's the only thing an individual can do?

why do insecurities running over that individual?
why does someone can't return the love for an individual and left someone's present?
why can't an individual be just as happy as any person in the world?
why does someone can't see an individual through her strengths, love, and even her flaws?

when will an individual be waiting in vain?
when will someone appreciate individual's efforts?
when is the right time for an individual and someone if it exists?
when can an individual forget about every sacrifices she made for someone?

where can an individual find her own through times like this?
where can an individual get her own self-efficacy?
where on Earth will someone meet an individual for just the two of them?
where can an individual hide and cry if the world doesn't conspire her to be with someone?

who will be the involved persons that an individual may encounter during her worst?
who will be there for an individual if someone's already meant for another person?
who can mend an individual's broken heart just in case someone doesn't change his mind?
who should be the one to blame if everything goes wrong and none of you stay kind?

should an individual wait for someone to arrive knowing that someone can't not stay in another person's side?
should an individual have high hopes knowing that another person won't let her someone go to others?
should someone be at least aware of an individual's feelings for her?
should it be the right time for someone to know?

can these questions be answered by someone?
can an individual stop her feelings to have no more trouble?
are you hurting because someone has no answer to these questions?
are you dying because someone can't love an individual?

that's the reality. it hurts.

If there's a way to dig a little deeper into
       a new layer of skin, tap into
something in our bones that hasn't already
       been analyzed and speculated by
doctors under bright white lights on cold
       impersonal tables surrounded by
an army of masked, gloved and
       sanitary conscious individuals-
a method of existing that hasn't
       been romanticized and isn't cliche,
I'd really like to know.

       Because in vicious turbulent cycles I'm falling head first
for things that have been worshipped
       so many times in trance-like
moments of adolescent anguish and
       pretenses of solitude seeking introverts that lie
to themselves cause they don't have
       the guts to do it to others.

Who the hell is alright behind a smile masking a cringe?

       And all the tropes idolized and hymns
murmured by Sad folk
       don't really make you feel special anymore
cause you've lost your individuality
       by stepping into yet another trap.

But then again hating all things has long ago been branded as
       valueless, when in fact
values are the only things you're really searching for.