Thru to the forest to the petrified trees to
mountains it seems with a file he tries,
Beautiful waits and wonders how he’ll fare
as beautiful black blindly stares.
Juxtaposed are they causing each to flail,
effects of style begets two steps back.
Beautiful black begins to file with no regard
to his effects of style
Help is at hand from which time is the crux,
to recognize is to receive.
Equal are they only different is style, culminating
in the view of the trees and the file shop man,
and his sarcastic path.
Beautiful breaks down this once be it known he crawls but,
crawl to a fight he will and stride will he leave but,
Crawl to catch beautiful black looking down so they two can
stand and leave.
Dare I pick,
From the tree of doom,
Beautiful black light,
Filters within my room.
Observing conditions,
That follow thru implosion.
I sit in anguish,
As I watch my hinge.
Bleating and silent screaming
Overflow on my face,
I cringe.
How must I proceed,
With the darkness light.
To compete leads me,
And darkness creeps;
To watch sizes me,
To a flow not a path-
To partake levels me
To infancy or elder mediocrity.
Hand in hand
With the beautiful black,
I walk steady
Mediocritizing my flows
Where I lead is recited
By my reciting path,
Where I lead is the need I use
When I lead or path,…leave the path. (and leave the past)
Oh beautiful black
See your stand
I will walk your side
Pocket in hand.
Side to side
We veer in breaths,
Crossing with compliance,
Help and back.
Forward we move while
The many we soothe
Beautiful black
And beautiful.