PetroBeherha

Beauty is deceptively simple,
Yet many debate its meaning.
Ask one person and he’ll say one thing,
Ask another person and he’ll say another.
Is it so elusive that people had to pull their hair
in pursuit of its secrets?
Nonetheless, many have answers.
Some say it is deep,
A natural virtue inherent in all things,
Or a gift endowed by divine creators.
Some say it is shallow,
A malicious mask to hide a person’s evil,
Or to attract potential mates.
Some say it is on the inside,
That a person’s goodness is what counts.
Not the smoothness of skin,
Length of hair or roundness of bosom.
Better a kind hag than a lovely harridan.
Some say it is only on the outside,
A measure of a person’s desirability.
Looking at a person’s insides
Will show only unsightly entrails.
Some say it is abstract,
For there are patterns that exist everywhere,
For Fibonacci and the phi ratio are its secrets.
Perfect angles and mathematical rules;
All proof there is order in the univer

    Hardly a day goes by without hearing news of the next terrorist attack, or a random shooting by cruel psychopaths. Both government and citizens are bitterly divided between the blue and red teams, with the blue team obsessed with social security and the red team obsessed with “national defense.” Meanwhile the rest of the world despises us as it accuses America of rampant fearmongering, oil interests and neo-imperialism; even our closest allies now must keep at arm’s length of our country as they are weary of its horrible foreign policy. Is this the America we want? George Washington, who was famous for his warning against political parties during his farewell address, didn’t think so. What has become of America? Why is there so much fear among the general populace? The privately-owned media has been blamed for spreading propaganda and sensationalized stories, as a Harvard Kennedy School study has shown, with an approval rate of 11% as of April

You say you want to change the world,
And you’ll do anything to achieve it,
No matter the consequences.
Sacrifices must be made,
To create a perfect world.
If you want to kill people
Who oppose your encroaching conquest
So you can fulfil your dream,
Then I’ll have to stop you
Because you know not what you do.
And I won’t back down.
I won’t back down.
You say the world is in ruins,
Because of humanity’s natural selfishness.
You want to guide the masses,
To the one true way,
So no more evil will be done.
If you want to tell people that your way is right,
And punish those who think different,
Then you are truly misguided,
For you preach your god’s name in vain,
And I’ll stop you from making a mistake.
And I won’t back down.
I won’t back down.
I see you standing high in your throne,
Overlooking the oppressed masses,
Preaching your hatred and beliefs.
The friend I know is no more,
For a tyrant has taken his place.
You wanted to change th

Love.
What is it, really?
I know about the song,
“What is Love?”
But seriously,
what is it?
There is so much confusion
about that one word.
So many people
fall in so many holes,
I say some safety tips
are in order.
I may not know
what love is,
but I’ll tell you
what it’s not.
I do know it has a doppelganger
who does much evil
and frames the real thing.
Let me tell you right now
of its many guises.
Love is not a clingy vice
That sees you as an anchor
to curb its fear of loneliness,
only to lash out and bite
over the slightest slight,
like a monstrous, hungry squid
that chokes and drags its prey.
Its agonized, anguished cries are as follows,
“I can’t live without you,”
“Don’t you dare leave me!”
“You are mine.”
Love and let go.
Love is not a longing
That sees you as a doll
with which to stare at its T&A
and sleep with in bed.
The church calls it Lust,
while science says it exists
to spread DNA.
Its starved, shaky sig