BEAUTY...

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

Stems stronger than the beliefs you have

It is more than the fakeness of a woman on a poster or a billboard

More than the girl sporting lingerie on those stripper poles

It stems stronger than the words that a female or male has told you

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

Is the beauty of a woman whose curves are stronger than the words that cut like a knife

Leaving scars only you will remember on the nights, sometime maybe in December?

It is the beauty of a woman whose smarts will take you farther than the words that slice through you

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

I hope leaves a remembrance of love on the words of the pages you slide the ink across

That the beauty on that billboard should be the beauty that you have

That my love is possibly what it means to be blind

But to be blind means to see beyond what is spinning around those poles

The thoughts race through my mind in circles

Spinning over and over again until I’m dizzy

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

Leaves me stumbling through darkness never searching for something better

Because better doesn’t exist

Better would only mean that the eyes that entangle me through strands of hair

That lay across your face is what has made me exist

To see the words that leave your mouth

Enter my brain in millions of trains

Leaving tracks on my skin that I believe are meant for me

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

Means that somewhere beyond what you see in that broken mirror

Is a distorted reality that only you can see

Because that broken mirror does not display the love I have encountered

In a woman whose smile brings me joy through pleasure

I encountered a creature whose tenderness leaves me dazed

Dazed in the confusion of reality

A reality where I see beyond the visions of impossibility

An impossible reality where the beauty of social norm is unreachable

Social norm is unobtainable and does not exist

Because your social norm is the beauty of the eye of this beholder

My beliefs stem from a lady who walks with pride

Leaving footprints in the mud through which she strides

Making sure that her head is held higher

And her love is stronger

Making sure to leave an impression

On those who want to make the depression appear

A depression that has lost its power

A power that has tried to control

The uncontrollable

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

Leaves me guessing if I have ever seen beauty before

But the gentleness of this beauty I see before me

Is the gentleness of a woman whose hands lift me above the clouds

Whose strength is stronger than that of the people who try to bring you down

Because down only exists in the minds of the mindless

The lost minds of the lost souls

Whose souls enter into an alternate reality of skinny jeans and numbers that take their toll

Beauty in the eye of this beholder

Is the greatness of perfection that walks before me

Bringing me out of my mind into something only I truly see

A beauty that many people regret never having met

Only to bet that they might stand a chance

To take the chance on a beauty to touch

But the touch you will never receive

That chance is only in their dreams

Because somewhere beyond your reality

Your beauty belongs to me