Words Much Like Poetry

the cruelty of beauty its appeal to greed lust its deity and obsession its breed the wit of beauty its bait unseen wile its ingenuity and skulduggery in between the poison of beauty its toxic grandeur hypnotic its vanity and overwhelming its splendor the frailty of beauty its withering tendency rotting in its hollow entity and demise its destiny Image: Carlos Schwabe, Fleurs-du-mal horloge , 1900

I am one day older .. maybe wiser, maybe not the days are a bit colder ... time has put me on the spot right there at the crossing some say its just a day like any other, who cares for me though, as it may its not the same, i dare say boldly; at this crossing so much time has gone, what have I done with it? no idea, as I stand alone, in this blistering heat, at the center of this crossing I don't see much to live for, I take life day by bloody day! Work and then work some more, For tomorrow, I really can't say. Why am I at this crossing? Here at this four point divide, all my life's actions culminate here, Its time again for me to decide, where next my life to steer, A choice to be made; at this crossing! so these are my options, left, right, back, forth, I contemplate my actions, and whether they're worth, to choose from this crossing strangely I am inclined to the left I feel I am on the wrong parallel maybe my true straight lie...