The beauty; Alien it must be.
The one within we fail to keepー
At our feet, its overlooked.
Yet, in distant lands we pursue.
The beauty; alien it must be.
The ones within we fail to keepー
for this alien beauty, we must reach.
How sacred the search for it,
but, to covet it, is the sin.
Tether grasslands to the ocean,
and watch it be lost to it.
I pray you use your eyes,
cause this one’s made for you
When you think about development, you probably imagine asphalt and skyscrapers. But asphalt kills everything on the ground. Can we really call that development? Actually, what does it mean to be developed? Its not a question i ask lightly, cause I saw an interview of Terrence Crawford; the greatest boxer of this era. He spoke…
Such beautiful twists and coils,
called nappy as a slur.
Exotic eyes upon me, little danger lurks within.
And so it glows,
the light, trapped in your hue.
