My grandmother kept elegance in every worn-out thing,
showing me how age can soften the world.
Her hands, lined like well-traveled maps, held stories,
and nothing flawless ever felt as warm.
Showing me how age can soften the world,
she taught me to trust the beauty of the used.
And nothing flawless ever felt as warm,
as the quilt she mended one frayed square at a time.
She taught me to trust the beauty of the used,
to see how cracks cradle what is true.
As the quilt she mended one frayed square at a time,
I learned that imperfection is its own kind of love.
To see how cracks cradle what is true~
her hands, lined like well-traveled maps, held stories.
I learned that imperfection is its own kind of love;
my grandmother kept elegance in every worn-out thing.
Love blooms in shadows, a fragile rose unfurled,
Where light cascades, painting futures yet untold.
We seek our haven in a world askew,
A tilted canvas where our stories unfold.
Yours and mine, intertwined, yet to be bold.
Our embrace, a circle etched in flaws,
Imperfect edges mirroring our souls.
Each scar a whisper, a battle bravely fought,
A testament to love that takes its tolls.
We rise and fall, forever seeking goals.
A lesson turns, a chapter starts anew,
Yet echoes linger, patterns reappear.
The past, a shadow that still haunts our dreams,
A constant whisper we can still hear.
This haunting ache, a feeling all too clear.
But in this dance of light and shade we find,
A human truth, a vulnerability deep.
To love despite the darkness, to embrace
The imperfections we can't seem to keep.
We hold each other close, our silent weep.
For love's true beauty lies in what remains,
The fragile hope that flickers in the night.
A promise whispered, a hand held tight,
A love that blooms, both vulnerable and bright.
We rise again into a brand new light.
To see the big picture
when looking at life in the hope
of finding signs of sanity in humanity
use the little lens end of a telescope
altho' by putting the large one to your eye
wishing it would improve the view
by diminishing flaws or imperfections
you're only fooling you
Gerry O'Driscoll, 'There is no dark side in the moon, really.'
Martin H. Samuel, 'There is no wrong end of a telescope.'
You are great
Don't you dare deny that
Look how the sun smiles when you wake up
Look how the moon shadows your every moment
Don't be skeptical
Made for Heaven
Designed with imperfections
Present the world with a new canvas
Attain the Armor of God
~Reborn
Before you point fingers at another
Have you truly examined yourself ?
Before you destroy
Have you created?
Before you feel above everyone
Have you uplifted anyone?
We all have imperfections but perfect in our ways.
Before you feel worthy
Do you have any worth?
Most of you have no value,
Without money.
Money does not give you value
But it adds to your value.
Before you discriminate against anyone
Have you used your discernment?
Expect anything to happen
Because everyone is not you
So don't expect them to act like you
Everyone with their awareness and limitations.
Today I’m grateful for my little flaws and imperfections…
Oh yes…like most people…I have a few…
But when you look around…
you see so many of those imperfections
have their own beauty too.
Angel without wings,
Like day without the night's gentle rings,
A song without a voice to sing,
A spark without a flame to cling.
A child without a name,
A sorrow that's hard to explain,
Like an ocean without a shore,
A soldier without a war.
How can we continue this way?
A song without a voice to say,
A spark without a flame to shine,
A child without a name, oh, so divine.
I walk into love with you.
With my eyes wide open.
To take every measure along the way.
I didn't fall in love with you.
Because my eyes were wide open,
So, I can love you every step we take.
I believe in destiny and fate.
And we intended,
To do things that we value.
I'd choose you.
In a hundred lifetimes over,
Because you're unique in scars.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred worlds different,
Because of your imperfections.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred universes unalike,
Because I'd find you in time.
Any interpretation of this existence.
I'd find you sooner and choose you,
And I'd walk into love with you, again.
I love you all the same, Shannon! R.I.P.
I know it bothers you—
My relentless pursuit for PERFECTION
And understand this:
I KNOW THAT EVERY HUMAN IS FLAWED;
But tell me, should I allow
My IMPERFECTIONS
Get the better of me?
I refuse keep making the same mistake!
In our human journey, we all have flaws,
They're woven into life's every pause.
Sometimes we hurt those we hold so dear,
Though it's not on purpose, the pain is clear.
Inside, we want to share the hurt we feel,
As hearts quietly ache, apologies we conceal.
But sometimes, those we love may hurt us too,
Adding twists to life, making trust hard to renew.
In a world full of doubts, trust fades in the grind,
We wish for change, but laws stay behind.
Close your eyes
And stay very still
You will never again bend
To someone else’s will
Your value is much greater
than that tag you wear
You need to see yourself
As more than that rip or tear
We can mend the tiny marks
Fix the spots
And hide the fray
Underneath the knots
I promise
No one will see
I promise
Will you agree?
Or, maybe this once
Let me love you
Just as you are
Let me hold you
I will show you
Imperfections have their place
If you allow me
I will share with you my disgrace
My soul of marbled stone,
my body, flesh and bone.
My God, my great sculptor -
will chisel my dead soul,
and one day make me whole.
01.03.2024
What people think?
What people says?
How does it matter?
We are all made like
it's great, it's beautiful
We all have the same skeleton
It's just an art of skin,
that separates us all from each other
Its perfect to say -
We are all perfectly imperfect,
And that's perfectly alright.
i accept you
for all your imperfections
in my eyes you are perfection
the seen and unseen
if only you had my eyes
placed them in those
big brown pupils
then you would see
what i see
forget what others see
i do not care
about pink pimples,
blemishes, stretch marks,
nor the love handles
you are a unique fragrance
invisible to those
who choose what they see
but i see beyond your image
so you're visible to me
i know
your heart is not red,
it's burgundy -
but so is everybody's
and
we all beat the same
sometimes slowly
but mine beats rapidly
when you glance at me
i accept you for all your scars
for they are a part of me
as mine are to you
together our wounds heal
The Silent One
Simple Musing
2 September 2020
The flaws I see so easily within myself tend to obstruct my view of what I know could be. They float to the top of the pile and cover up better characteristics that others seem to find. I look hard some days and dig through the stack. I know they are there, hidden beneath yet among some of the cracks. Within deep crevices sometimes they hide, those special things, and wait to be brought back to the top of that pile they've been buried under for so long. Being too hard on myself takes a toll on other days and I leave the pile alone, knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel, yet too exhausted to finish searching and looking. Struggling is worthwhile as it gives life a reason to thrive and going on to the next day promises hope for another chance to look for those qualities that help me survive. Life is all too real most days and sometimes I would just as soon cover it up as a flawed event and forget it ever happened. But then something comes along and gives me hope, and I smile in spite of the imperfections.
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