Nuance of Beauty

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Ladies, every day you project,

a whispered song of beauty.

How about considering,

turning up the volume on your good looks?

Try Jennifer’s Beauty Base?

Like a master painter,

who pulls out a brush and captures,

a beautiful moment on canvas,

you will become a beautiful moment,

and capture hearts.

Show your features off,

as the masterpiece they are.

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Entice your man.

Eye shadow becomes a sexy black dress,

showcasing your magical eyes.

Let them consume your lovers gaze.

Their color now pops,

a fireworks display of attraction.

The brush falls upon your face,

beauty has found its place.

You have awoke,

the stealer of breath,

and hearts alike.

A woman is a set banquet table of beauty,

roses are well placed color that

accentuates life’s moments.

Accentuate your moments now…

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

Life is a quick sneeze, (Hii Ku!) bless you

Ruminate on life.

value in health, kids,

and loving wife.

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Work to support

family, only one goal

warm childhood soul

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Love, silky red mist

clothe my weary heart.

 Life anew with kiss.

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Time becomes soft

moments are fragile, gray,

memories are lost.

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High above Earth,

life looks so very simple,

death is birth

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

 

Doubt is a disease

The body is full of cells.  They carry out various functions according to their design.  A virus enters the micro world, invisible to the naked eye.  A virus, by itself is tiny, and insignificant.  Floating toward the massive cell.  Like an evil satellite landing on planet, the virus pukes its RNA code into the cell.  The cell is doomed to reprogram itself into a virus producing factory.  It’s purpose is compromised, it’s existence soon to be over, and the virus shows no remorse.

In the case of the villainous bacteria, it consumes the cell, and dedicates rot.  The body becomes sick, in an altered state.  Sometimes the damage is stopped and people get better, and sadly sometimes it does not.

In the social world, there are toxic people.  Bacteria and viruses that seek to infect you, change you, and they will do so without regret of any kind.  That is what they have designed themselves for.  I have listened to and believed this blight as comments and suggestions enter my brain.

“You can’t do that!”

“You will be overwhelmed.”

“You probably won’t understand this.”

“Your not good enough.”

It is important to realize, that without your submission, the virus and bacteria can infect.  If you build up an immunity to the lazy and foolish word, you will kill the infection.   I trust in God.  I know he didn’t create me to fail.  I know he didn’t create me to hurt, and to hate.  As I have crossed the marker in life that says 40 years, I am going to work on my immune system.  I have races to run, books to write, and people to help.  I can’t do those things if I am sick in the brain, because I let some weaker organism take over my thoughts.

 

Tounges Shed Silver Glitter

Lying mouths, like cannon fire, explode words like clouds of glitter.

The snake may lament, “Venom tastes of the sweetest yellow honey.”

Needled tongues, weave a false tapestry.  The Devil’s silver quilter,

Red handled brushes, paint wet shadows the mind can’t see.

 

Flakes of red, flakes of blue and green, cake over hungry eyes.

Warm smooth words slide into waiting ears, like warm butter.

Soon to rot, a thick heavy gray headache begins to rise.

The moon whispers, “Taste my light!” through the darkened shutter.

 

En-flamed orange tongues lick away, truths lush green forest.

Scents of wood, and the squish of soil, are lost in the ash of history.

Anger will crawl out of its cave, to devour any who might contest.

Its black scales breathe like the rippling ocean, blanketed in mystery.

 

At midnight, Liars dig a grave for truth,  like white ghosts, clawing hard cemetery clay.

Truth, the immortal glowing yellow sun, may burn the liars blanket of glitter, one day.

 

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert