Beauty: Vive La Différence!


Beauty: Vive La Différence!

A table, simple objects on top, 

Commemorating love fate took away…

We think because we hurt,

Doesn’t matter what, it’s deep and touching,

Made all the difference.

A little glass container,

Small little roses in it: a touch of scarlet color,

Symbolizing how small, yet drastically everything,

That love was.

Volunteers are cleaning

 

A tall fat guy, sure of himself,

Orders to behead it all: this is old, let’s clear it!

He wants to throw away the innocent tiny flowers,

Which depict what used to mean so much!

No, please don’t,

See how pretty, the touch of color

Yes, dessicated, sure, precisely: they will last.

The big guy is sure of himself: no, too old,

Enough scatter brains,

I clean it, and irresistibly,

Down into a garbage pail,

Full of a terrible milky chemical liquid,

He throws them irreversibly, 

A killing of memories left after death.

Death squared.

 

Outrageous

Why can’t all humans enjoy,

Enjoin, and celebrate when hope 

Showing up as tiny, stubborn flowers,

Refuses to die? 

Why the need for Nemesis,

Destroying all in the way,

All that was dear?

 

Why not appreciate how important beauty is?

The brute stands, formidable: this is my job and I do it well,

Destroying hope and beauty,

As needed.

One feels like crying:

There is another sort of humanity there,

An anti-human humanity, and it’s deliberate.

 

Deserts left after beauty is gone,

Those, too, are neat.

Indeed, what’s neater and cleaner than death?

The evil side of humanity,

Puts order into things,

Whether necessary, or not.

 

In these desolate times

When maniacal tyrants 

Know best how many bombs,

Will get the job done, 

To impose themselves,

Maybe at the cost of everything else.

Appreciating beauty is a refuge,

For reason itself.

 

Venerating a few precious flowers

Dessicated or not, a touch of color, a love that was

A love we respect and commemorate

This we need

To remind us

That we humans,

Mostly live by hope,

And beauty

 

So what does a sense of beauty bring?

The difference which protects us,

From fury and nothingness,

Signifying Nothing,

Told by madmen

 

Beauty is what ignores and dominates all,

Luring us with the appreciation of difference,

Or how it all makes sense.

So children, ladies, and gentlemen,

Let’s drink beauty,

While we can,

Because we should,

Try to be human,

As well as we can.

Let love for beauty reign over us.

Patrice Ayme

Beauty makes difference attractive, hence is at the foundation of thinking, the human essence

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