#beholder
Within, that eye holds future,
Past.
Memories surrendered, once held,
Fast.
First time travelers, home,
At last.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 4:54 PM UTC
He told me Humanity would never change.
"Not quite," said to him,
"Eventually he will, even if it's not his aim,
for everything passes after so long an age."
I watched him crawl and watched him walk
I watched him learn and watched him try
I watched him speak and talk,
And all the while, time went by.
And when he had gained enough of the experience
He was greedy, he was covetous,
He was selfish and he was mischievous
And still he lied in the right tense.
And through the aeons, I've seen seeds sprout
And seen their seedlings develop bark
And the deep waters turn within and without
And still inside the ground it remained dark.
Whatever and whoever there was, he stole and killed
Without regret, remorse, grief or pains.
For life's simplest personal gains,
He destroyed what had been built.
And all the while, I, Immortal Beholder,
Have come to know that Humanity will never change,
Have come to see what he really is;
A thing inalterable even by age!
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 6:45 AM UTC
Beneath the arch,
among the branches,
the maunder of her eyes
finds noir in an afterimage,
every reflection is unique,
explicit and indivisible,
every reflection is her,
there she looks close
for gracefulness,
in the essays of her skin
and their brazen transparencies,
she enters into her body fable,
the shape of her resembles
the tenor viol: where it widens,
where it narrows,
where it digresses
and monochromes,
she reflects a fragile geography,
a soft cargo, but
an inkling of hurricane,
rendering the fault lines
beautiful and strong,
in supplication tomorrow's explorer
will disturb the patterns
until she's become her own lullaby
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Unbearable Winter’s mist
The winter’s mist,
peculiar,
the sky augurs
blue and sun mellow,
but clouded vision
begets and besets,
my own and owned
melancholy vision is
a consequential
snake like blurry speckled band,
of my own drawing,
covering my eyes,
when I read Márai‘s
wit, write, legal writ,
but with my corrected
add
of the
un
and my own self assigned
grade is a bright red
F
eye of the beholder
Life becomes unbearable
*”when one has come to
terms with who one is,
both in one's own eyes
and in the eyes of the world.
We all of us must come to terms
with what and who we are, and
recognize that this wisdom is not
going to earn us any praise, that
life is not going to pin a medal on
us for recognizing and enduring
our own vanity or egoism or
baldness or our potbelly. No, the
secret is that there's no reward
and we have to endure our characters
and our natures as best we can, because
no amount of experience or insight is
going to rectify our deficiencies, our
self-regard, or our cupidity. We have
to learn that our desires do not find
any real echo in the world. We have
to accept that the people we love
do not love us, or not in the way
we hope. We have to accept betrayal
and disloyalty, and, hardest of all,
that someone is finer
than we are in
character or intelligence.”*
Sándor Márai
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
Darkness that fills the mind
Filling the eye of the beholder
A dessert path that is deserted by the truth but filled with lies
We're lies only the serpents of untruth and illusions
Leading towards the waters of faith and strength
But possible loss and pain
All dependent on the Storm and the waves
Where land meets sky but the sky is free
Can one truly see
Land is nature but life itself is home
Home is acceptance of life
Sun turning to moon is epicenter of change
To become something new
Altering what once was
To coexist with all that surrounds
To be a part of all
To accept all that is
To deny nothing
To be everything
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
Oh eye, of a day gone by in ease
How I used to radiate light, now you are a messenger of gray.
You have a face of winter winds.
You never stay too long in the lighted center.
Don't you remember the dreams we've had?
In the world beyond the dust?
No, light does not come often from the lawful self, but is rather from knowledge or wisdom met with a hundred mercies.
My spirit is too diverse in colors to be seen as one light.
My creation does not lie in the fixation of a white or golden light, rather its creativity is seen in how I design.
My beauty is more than a point, it is as a flower held in front of a point. Only by its being there does the point recognize the flower's value.
How I wish to be blessed with the point that my flower can hold it.
Hardly a petal is accepted, what an aged face I've become.
My own inner spirit must combine with my body to make beauty, which then must pass through my own acceptance - how hard it is.
Something's always afoul.
I should give up and say there's no such thing as beauty in an eye.
I am to be the saddest face if I behold your seas of bliss repeatedly.
A true smile comes from the Earth beneath me.
With enough shaking, it turns my heart to joy.
But it doesn't show on my skin.
There is no beauty in men.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 1:14 AM UTC
INSECURE GENERATION
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!
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
You are beautiful from endless angles
Even with every flaw
Truth is so easy to see
Scars fill me with awe
I love you the way you look
You are light when skies are grey
Life appears brighter when you are around
Grows sunnier each day
Be the person you are right now
The only one I love
First thought on my morning mind
The face I'm dreaming of
Bound for the heavens
Have no doubt
Stars spell out your four-letter name
Before eyes they steadily burn out
So much blue all seeming the same
Some things are indescribable
Never seen such perfection
Heard beauty depends on who beholds
All hearts have different perception
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
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
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
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
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Beauty is in the
Eye of the beholder
Sadly my eye
Is not a fan
Of it’s view
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
I connect the freckles on her face
****** constellations
To see my daily horoscope
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
Elegance
em(b)odied
by natur(e)
(a)stonishes
the so(u)l
of every
s(t)anding
e(y)e
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
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.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
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
entwined believe
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
-R.
6.21.17
-LA
-4S
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
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.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
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???????
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
The cycle has started
Its set to wash
but everything is so FILTHY
Everything in life cycles
Spinning slowly
Slightly misshapen circles
Nothing and everything's perfect
It's in the eye of the beholder
Not sureWE CAN COMPREHEND 100%
So much lost between the lines
Double spaced
All these layers
Not sure if we can cope with the answer
Maybe questioning is the answer
for all is one
and we are god
We make or own reality
but it seems it's now blocked by this technology
Slightly misshapen circles
Over circles forming bigger circles
They may seem perfect in some eyes
They say circles within circles represent power
The chalice the gift of life
Drinking from the breast of a broken society
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Why is the shadows considered evil
When the shadows are as important as the light
As darkness is the absence of daylight
Just as Daylight is the absence of dark
Why is a hero considered pure
When the hero is just as murderous as the villain
As the hero is in the eye of the beholder
Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
What rarity can acclaim to this elusive title? Where surely
claiming it itself is against its nature.
It might be what our mothers told grubby faced, knee
knocked flecks that dart from graffitied parks
when light turns dark.
Is it in the eye of the beholder, a stubborn piece
of irritating dust? Perhaps those who search
will never be rewarded with a glimpse as
perfection becomes unfathomably further.
Why does the haughty swan rise when the
it squawks more than the pigeon?
Beauty is boxed. It is wrapped in parcels and
swaddled in ribbon until one forgets that it is in the child's
face and not his hands.
Unmeasurable pleasure shouldn't be contained, it roams and commands like a caged tiger. It controls the eye and navigates,
onward soldier. So perhaps it is not rare at all but there
for all customary enough to
anticipate the undeniable.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
A bar of soap wrapped with candy and sugar?
Or an emerald diamond hidden in a nasty ******
Can we truly see, or can we just look?
A marvellous story written on the pages of an old dusty book
A short chubby girl with guts and nerves
While she has long legs and perfect curves
Her blue eyes and long blonde hair cause obsessions
but her eyes are sore and she lost her hair during the countless chemo sessions
She steals their hearts, and gets what she prefers
While she prays the nights as cancer steals her's
Now did you find this a bit confusing?
Because the chubby girl maybe outside cruising
While she prays
Counting her last days
Which one is which?
Did they just switch?
Or did you switch them?
You forgot about the rose petals because you were too busy gripping the stem.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if the beholder is blind?
The more we search inside, the more beauty we'll find.
And as for the two girls, it is not our job to know
because we cannot judge what does not show.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC