beauty

Beauty,
that ghastly word!
as terrible as the pimple
that dominates her face
from its burning throne

Beauty,
in the murky depths
of that endless well
coin after coin thrown
in hope of a wish come true

Beauty,
in the heat of the day
that makes even the
cold-blooded sweat
as they lay empty of life

Beauty,
in his wide smile
as he chuckles to him self
the bits that make up life
tickling him so much

anyone, anything

You don’t need to be a Christian

To love the silence of a church

You don’t need to be a Buddhist

To love the calmness of a temple

You don’t need to be someone

To love something

You can be anyone

And love anything

who do you see?

What do you see
when you look at me?

Is it the image of a girl,
lost in her own world
where words are used
but written, not spoken
as she meditates in her own silence?

Or is it the image of a girl
lost in the drama of life
not her own, but that of others
for her life is filled
with the people she loves
and a constant chatterbox, she is?

Then again, is it the image of a girl
misunderstood too often
she wants little, and needs even less
yet, is given nothing at all.
A girl whose life
has been too full of lies
for her to trust in love?

two ideas, one poem

You don't need to be a
scientist
To know the science of
life
You don't need to be a
magician
To make miracles
happen
You can ride into the
future
In search of your
past
Answers you wouldn't
find
Instead a new memory to
treasure

Of age and sight

I wonder how you see the world
Different eyes make a difference
The lenses you use
To see it all
Understand it all
Lightened with age
Widened with experience
What is it that you see
From where you are
What do you see?
Is it any different
From what I see?

tea

Tea,
steaming from the mug
the color of muddy water

That first sip
wetting dry lips
burning them, a beautiful pain

Some stick to the sips
slowly emptying the mug
never in a hurry

Others gulp it all down
the tea burning their insides
not even a final drop left behind

Tea,
drunk by us all
loved by us all