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i never heard of the golden ratio
or any of the beauty's rules
was in love with her in one go
needed no measuring tools.

i fell in love not with her look
with the proportions on her face
i didn't go by any rule book
just loved her in her wholeness.

never cared if her lips had a pout
the distance between her eyes
the length between her eyes and mouth
i was lucky not being that wise.

a feeling sparked in the core of mind
in my eyes she settled as a star
her attraction though was undefined
i fell in love with her.
Pamela Pallett and Stephen Link of UC San Diego and Kang Lee of the University of Toronto tested the existence of an ideal ****** feature arrangement. They successfully identified the optimal relation between the eyes, the mouth and the edge of the face for individual beauty. They discovered two "golden ratios," one for length and one for width.
Some even suggest that Leonardo Da Vinci used the golden ratio when painting his 'Mona Lisa.'
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2009/12/091216144141.htm
 Aug 2015 Tryst
SøułSurvivør
YOU STARTED OUT SO HALE AND STRONG... YOU NEVER THOUGHT
THINGS COULD GO WRONG**
A REAL BUSINESS ACROBAT
YOU WERE ALL RIGHT
YOU WERE ALL THAT
then you started to
cheat friends
never thought
the roll
would
end
now
you've
landed
on
skid
row
and
you
have
no
p
l
a
c
e

t
o

g
.
.
.
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Francie Lynch
Expectations were soaring

The invitation addressed:

Me and a Guest.

Expectations were tense.

The last suitcase labelled.

I shaved in my mirror.

Gave the shoes a black shine.

(Pulled back the flap,
Laid a grip on a bottle,
Gave it full throttle)

Expectations were high.

I saw the mailman

Wasn't far from my drive;

Still facing the northwind

The mailman

Walked by.

Expectations can lie.
 Aug 2015 Tryst
GaryFairy
the "light at the end of the tunnel"
is a train that's headed my way
i'll be crushed under wheels of steel
never to see the light of day
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Brent Kincaid
We are suffering today
From a disease called hypocrisy.
And it is the basest enemy
Of freedom in democracy.
It substitutes a dollar amount
For lives and souls and hope
And tantalizes the population
With TV, ***** and dope.

By the time the population
Wakes up and catches on
A new batch of crooks exist
The old got rich, moved on.
Every campaign promise
They will fail to deliver.
They will lie to your face
And sell you down the river.

Our women are widows
Our children are orphans
The churches want money
For larger pipe organs.
They wring their hands
Subject abortion to scorn
But, abandon them to penury
As soon as they are born.

They say they want nobody
To receive free ride Medicare
Then freely give corporations
Un-needed trillions in welfare.
The chant against big government
Is a perennial marching tune.
They’ll decide the kind of ***,
And have control over wombs,

The world is a place today
Where the dollar comes first
And the children of the poor
Are usually treated the worst.
We are suffering today
From a disease called hypocrisy.
And it is the basest enemy
Of freedom in democracy.
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