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The Beast

Of what good is beauty, without ugly beast
Tearing flesh fully faced, to submerge itself
In identity found within human mind.

A bulwark built to feed darkest desire,
Hiding behind thought and from which we shoot
Slaying love in the battlefield cross-fire.

A mirrored refraction of life seen cracked
Through lens attuned solely to oneself
With arbiter's cloak clutched tight to throat.

Is not Beauty built upon the Beast's face,
Are they not one and the same, in Death,
And we who breathe them to miserly Life?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 8/1/2014 10:15:00 PM
Craig, a brilliant but depressing write!
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Date: 8/2/2014 9:07:00 AM
Craig your poem is deep and to at least some level I comprehend it's powerful message. Formatting is messed up on the Soup right now, many are in your shoes. It will get fixed soon!
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Craig Glenister
Date: 8/2/2014 12:59:00 AM
Perhaps you can point me in the right direction. I copy my poems and the lines and stanzas are not as I I edit them and they remain the same. What am I doing wrong?
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Craig Glenister
Date: 8/2/2014 12:17:00 AM
Thank you very much Dave. Yes it is depressing. I was listening to someone saying how ugly a particular woman was..and yet what I saw was a beautiful soul. The beauty i am speaking of here is the superficial abstraction..the artiface that people construct, and which becomes a veil through which they see others. Also the dichotomy inherent when we choose to use words like good and bad, beauty and ugliness;how one can't exist without the other, to breath life into one is to give birth to the other-so,in this context, why do it at all.