Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for beauty
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The world is just such a great, glorious place, full of wonder for those with an open eye and an open mind, but an open mind and expectations for how life should be are the opposite ends of the spectrum. A mind open to the possibilities, unexpected, is a beauteous thing, yet life in the modern world demands that we plan, plot, and prepare for the future. Unless there’s somebody here to take care of us as we wander aimlessly.
I have wandered and planned, and perhaps if I plan well enough, I’ll wander again with no care in the word but to witness the joy of life with friends and the kindness of strangers.
Could You Be More Beautiful?
I can’t get over how beautiful you look in this light.
Your skin is a creamy shade of cocoa
and glows from within
with a light that would guide me home
if you looked my way more often.
You look like a movie star,
and though I’m sure that you weren’t meant for this world,
or perhaps I wasn’t meant for your world,
your charm is such that I don’t feel awkward around you.
Even your smile is a welcoming expression of contented joy.
I would ask you to dance if I weren’t afraid of cracking the rare perfection of this moment.
Of course, you would dance with me
knowing that more such moments would come.
Man with Reddish Hair
You are, in your beauty, smooth and sleek, young and fresh. An innocence glows out from your visage. Yet, a knowing innocence as if you can see what is in my soul. All ways to my soul are straight and true. I will dance with you , should you wish, but let me know when you are ready to entwine all you are, oneness, with mine. We will then be a unity divided when apart, but whole when together.
This beauty is shocking and stunning when considered from afar, but warm and natural when realized. Be with me and I will be with you. You are too young and too innocent. You know this and you’re looking for someone to fix something neither broken, nor reparable. Take a deep breath and bide your time. Peace will come at once and in dribs or drabs. Though seeming paradoxical, this is not. When it appears, you will understand. And you will join me, though we are separated by miles.
When I Know You
When I hear you,
I hear joy, tenderness, laughter, and light,
strength, passion, will, and might.
When I see you,
I see life, beauty, wildness, and truth,
the sun, the moon, wisdom, and youth.
When I smell you,
I smell flowers, musk, your hair, your hands,
dawn and dusk, the beach, the sands.
When I touch you,
I feel your softness, your power, your grace, your art,
the blood coursing through you, the beat of your heart.
When I taste you,
I taste earth, water, cool, and sweet,
body, blood, salt, and heat.
When I know you,
I will know everything worth knowing.
Beauty, Death, Life
Beauty, in desperation, pauses to catch sight of that which eludes her, then resumes her frenzied search.
Death, in desperation, seizes the moment and steals life from beauty.
Life watches carefully, as beauty and death struggle mindlessly.
