The generation of today is living an insecure life. Life full of comparison Possession of things without thinking of what may happen A generation trying to prove others that they are the best
A generation where young and energetic men are trying to prove themselves by destroying others. A generation where big and high class daddies destroy the young with material things A confused generation showing their happiness and wealth through photography A confused generation hard to love people from a broken family Everything is invalid!
We suffer insecurities we didn't create Many are becoming insecure Completely unstable Trying to compare themselves with our today's models and celebrities of our century Probably hiding behind makeup Cause probably without the makeup! They,themselves are a hot mess! They pay a ransom to look great! If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder! Then,why suffer so much trying to look spectacular? Why spend to your last coin attracting a whole lot of people? They say beauty comes from within Our generation need to stand courageously And fight against the enemy of self insecurity!
Ciao Rome, you were a splendid dream. Au revoir Paris, you were like an autumn kiss. Adios Barcelona, your crevices were filled with the scent of cayenne pepper. La revedere Bucharest, may your skies be filled with summer love. Antio sas Athens, your temples are magnificent.
Twisting of beauty should not deform the idea, the beauty itself. Why oh why do clouds of black, rain down on the subject of shame and pain? Why can’t the weapon be materialized? Why can’t the lies be realized?
Beauty is the best source of pain. Take a thing high in glory, Pure and pleasing, Disturb the foundation, And watch it fall. The height lets it into the darkest hole.
Why is this so? Why must what is made most magnificent, Suffer from a subtle switch of substratum, To break and bend hearts so badly beaten, Until it becomes easier to drown in poison then, To take a breath of oxygen?
Hell. Fire and brimstone. Smoke, ravaging sweet oxygen, clouding eyes, suffocating lungs. And there you stand in the middle of it all. Eyes ablaze, a grin that could drop a king to his knees. There’s something else in you: A liveliness I’ve never seen before.
All at once there is dark. Then, light. And you, a shimmering ethereal figure: A pinpoint, billowing out to encompass all. Blinding. Magnificent. Rebirth is the only word I have for it. I stare, because what else is there to do?
The Universe an ink drop in water a single point all at once billowing out in magnificent swirls
Cosmically, we are nothing Individually, we are everything supernovae exploding destroying all that is near leaving black holes in our wake to devour existence without hesitation without discrimination
But also galaxies whirling and spinning with ultimately undying grace filled with billions, trillions of thoughts all coalescing birthing and dying
Careful now, do not let beauty make you a fool We are the cosmos grand scheme brimming with rage harboring cataclysmic disaster spectacular color contraster born of ink in water Everything, yet nothing, beneath The Alter
I notice when I leave my home The beauty from across the way Such perfection can not be mine So small and petit I apologize if I stare for to long At the red worm proudly every day I wish something so amazing could be for me My heart stops when the dancing starts Such grace cannot go unnoticed beautiful songs pour filling the otherwise empty street Captivating me and leaving me paralyzed For any movement would ruin my listening For some the ethnicity would intimidate But for me it peaks my enthusiasm The thought that such vibrancy comes from so far But Gone just like yesterday, uprooted from my heart I haven’t been graced by the magnificence in so long I see similar here and there But nothing like the beauty across the street