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Brave in the face, pain in the inside of me,

I am a stoic creature, camouflaged by the mask of the outside,

Looking through the lens of others, it seems I am a perfect man,

But I know who I am and what’s inside of me.



For from perfection am I.

Many bridges yet laid to the core of me, my true man, my ego,

I ask? Is perfection ever real, perfection only for an ideal man,

I doubt if any exist in this time and space.



I look through the lens of… Continue

I saw something,

A thing everybody adores,

A trait everybody wishes for,

Those who don’t have it are struck with trepidation



But today I saw an extraordinary trait,

It made my hearth pound millions of times in seconds,

It was overwhelming in beholding it,

I felt privileged to gaze at it,

It is called BEAUTY.



But I ask myself one question?

Is beauty skin deep, or in the eye of the beholder,

Unfortunately for me there was no… Continue

Her portrait before my eyes, a moving art piece,

Still as the blue skies, but radiated and glowed like the crescent moon,

She smiled like the rising sun, knew I stared in amazement,

She bore the gift of the eyes, credit to mother nature,

I was mesmerized by her sight.



The more I looked, the more I understood that she could never be mine,

I only feed my eyes, fill my soul on this moving portrait before me,

This is the demise of every man, we only look in… Continue