The Six Senses of the Beholder...

In the eyes of the beholder there is misery, deceit,
unlawfulness, and chaos…painted over with beauty,
honor, righteousness, and freedom…
Time does not lie, so with each day that passes-by
the colors of the portrait fade away and run down
the canvas of life, exposing the true nature in sight
with true feelings mixed in oils and acrylics-

In the ears of the beholder sounds of sugar coated
words sweeten the facts, enticing the flavor of the lies…
the desperate savor the words of a leader, salivating
every time he opens his mouth, but every time he opens
his mouth killer bees spawn stinging the dream…
the wicked are heard laughing at their cries-

From the mouth of the beholder word is born;
words manifest the sign of the times, giving birth to an
illusion of better days ahead…narrating the truth he sees.
he speaks with grace, compassion, rage, and discontent—
many say, “oh, he’s just another poet,” yet what they don’t
know is that the beholder speaks life and breathes love;
always thinking of others, caring for his enemies.

The hands of the beholder help the weak rise, lend support.
Shaken hands with the best of them, but the best of them
are far from their best! With hammers and chisels his hands
create art with masonry. With pencils and utensils’ he composes
poetry that resonate through the ears of non-believers of
essence long after he’s done speaking; they hold their hands
up high as if to say, “why, must he speak?”

The beholders feet have traveled through lands and valley’s
unknown, walked miles for distant smiles and forgotten lovers,
ran through concrete jungles, racing against time!
Footprints left behind tell a story of a journey; remnants along
his path show signs of roads less traveled. With weary legs he
stumbles, but always rises to his feet. He faces adversary, never
defeat…where ever he roams, he conquers fears; a traveling man
with wings on his feet!

He feels the mood of the world upon his shoulders, sees the
sadness in someone’s smile, hears the truth in people’s voices,
many are liars, only a few does he believes in…your thoughts
are silhouettes of your feelings dancing in my head, parading in
a masquerade. Above all qualities his sixth sense is a virtue...
In the mind of the beholder, I am one…I am the beholder!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Beholder is I...

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Honestly I'm lost and really don't know what to say. I forgot I was sitting in my room, on the computer, browsing through the internet reading poetry as I read this. I was totally abandoned as I worked my way through these stanzas. You my friend, truly are the beholder.

my favorite part

"Footprints left behind tell a story of a journey; remnants along
his path show signs of roads less traveled."


Ascesa e rialzarsi fino a quando gli agnelli diventano leoni

Rise and Rise again until Lambs become lions

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Thank you...

I am humbled by your words and appreciate you taking time from your day to read my poetry. Wish you the best in your poetry as well.