Love Is (The True Divine)

By Gus Victoria

Love is easy.

Hate is hard.

Love creates.

Hate destroys.

We are not created to hate,

We are taught,

We are not born to kill,

We learn how,

Symbols mean nothing at birth,

Symbols mean nothing at death,

Words by other men

That sow hate,

Gather only a bitter harvest

Against our nature,

Like children, wise men wonder,

In awe at miracles,

Great and small

Of Creation,

Then, to them, there is not time,

No waste so great,

Than to expend an effort,

Any effort,

To hate.

For that is the fire that destroys

The joy,

The wonder,

The miracle of Creation.

God or gods matter little

Beyond the love you give,

For in that,

Not in hate,

Is the True Divine.

Define Beauty

By: Gus Victoria

Define beauty,

Now. This moment.

Define beauty,

Is it in the curve of her hip,

Or the curl of her lip,

A smile to shine upon

The lonely life,

Therein is beauty?

Define beauty,

Is it in the accumulation of weight,

The lack thereof?

Do the tears tarnish

What you desire?

Does the anxiety make it sweeter,

Define beauty,

Is she?

Are they?

What satisfies the lust

And grows the pride,

Is your vanity for her sake?

Define beauty,

Take away her choice,

Take away her voice,

Tell her she is,

Tell her she isn’t,

Define beauty,

But remember...

She is the same,

The reflection is yours,

Its definition you,

Beauty is more than man,

Beauty is more than woman,

Beauty is divine.