American Beauty

Fear no messenger!

Behold the skew with a charm.

A lattice for her mystique.

Infinitely quotable…never disputable.

Only an American Beauty when holding my poor grammar in her hands.

Within seconds she can embellish my pride by provoking a grand stand.

All too often I am composed of complacency to daily duties.

Still, as mystics do, what they do!

My American Beauty can see directly through.

Ceaselessly, I am a pitiful calamity Jane misinterpreting her chores.

I am the forgotten item at a grocery store.

I am a slapstick Jester in the courtship of an American Beauty.

She is a visionary who can see right through me.

but still 4
If I had a star to give, I’d give it to you
Long as you live, would you have the time
To watch it shine, watch it shine
Or ask for the moon and heaven too? ##Jerry Garcia

American Beauty

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So hard to shed the ideals…placed on us about beauty.  What it is?  How it makes us?  Where we can take it?  Why it is what it is?

Seems the most obvious parallel is…beauty is internal, fear external…and somewhere in between the two shall meet.  Inner beauty is that moment when we realize…we cannot have one without the other!

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“Someone else’s vision will never be as good as your own vision of your self. Live and die with it ’cause in the end it’s all you have. Lose it and you lose yourself and everything else. I should have listened to myself.”
Georgia O’Keeffe