Beauty Is Not For Me

Beauty is words... 

Delicate words 
A fluttering verse
Spells to form a curse
Butterflies wings
Or angelic happenings

This is the beauty of words
Trapped in a verse
Paraded for all to see
In cages of stanzas..... 

Set them free

Cryptic meanings
Thoughts running freely 
Can't convey my feelings
Words can be murky 
When they should be understood easily 

Misinformation 
Misinterpretation
An asylum seeker 
In an alien nation

Comitted to completion
Or..
Deserving of deletion?
 
Am I really being me?

A story to tell 
But trapped in one format 
The lavar lies dormant
I'm Lucifer still trapped in hell...

The beauty of rhyme 
Isn't beautiful all the time 
Forced to conform 
Another prisoner to take..

I've become a victim of the very thing I'm trying to escape 

Thin Ice on the lake
To which I could skate

Hesitate....

Think again...Am I being fake?

This could be a mistake

It could be the pebble that causes the ice to break

Frankenstein and his monster
Counterproductive 
Both repulsive and seductive 

Hallways of smoke and mirrors 
Playing rock, paper....

Don't run with the scissors!

Nothing makes sense to me?

Run in the opposite direction 
Avoid your reflection

Please beware!

I'm sorry
I didn’t see you there 

Obvious yet subtle 
My thoughts are in a muddle 

Seeing in blizzard conditions 
Thickets of imagery and wisdom 

A humble place is my abode
A lonely mind in a snow globe 

Sending abstract visions
Via messenger pigions

So I look through the mirror 
To oceans of emotions ...

My thoughts can be as black as night

Staring back is a Dali painting... Gone right

On the raft at sea
Searching for the shore
Along with the right metaphor 

Lacking reason and creativity 
Beauty is not always beautiful..

At least not to me