Anthem to Beauty
(Verse 1)
I laugh (even as pain
sweeps through my soul like a sand-
storm), when someone said, “Look, Shoorsen,
nothing lasts forever!” Then turning to the room, “Hey, guys,
ain’t Beauty proof the world’s a void in disguise?
You want it forever yet how readily it dies!”
“What do you mean, Kane?” I ask. “It’s Shane,”
he bristles. “Beauty is a trick of the mind, all lies!”
“Could you elucidate Mind, Kane?” I demand.
He uses signs, and miming a zero with his hands,
says, “An endless circumference,” and
with a shrug, “I’d rather believe my eyes,
unless there’s proof otherwise,” as if I’d understand.
Proof of Deathless Beauty? Or Mind? Again
weak nerves in my thighs
start to twitch, and I can’t contain
myself. Beauty must be spoken for firsthand,
although it’s easier said when they’re wise
already: un-syncing with what’s explained,
always thinking of some pain
holding them in chains
in Plato’s cave! With squinted eyes,
chasing shadows instead of lights, and
I’ve been one of them ergo I synthesize
how their views need inverting – a headstand
bidding darkness goodbye –
so Light can set them free of all the devilry.
Look, I’ll try anyway. I’m Shoorsen!
(Chorus tune - Refer "Beauty Is Only Skin Deep" by The Temptations)
So you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
Oh, you just know that
Beauty isn’t so deep (You don’t say!)
You don’t say!
(Verse 2)
“So you need proof, eh, Kane?
Listen!
If only our world were bland:
sans Beauty, although grand,
how soon science would explain
the Cause, a.k.a. God’s Hand!
A graceless universe? Can you surmise?
Imagine moonless, starless skies,
or if sky-less Earth did stand
with neither a sunset, nor sunrise!
Airless: never a breeze to shiver a strand
of hair; no alluring flora or fauna of any size;
no revolving ’round a ball of Fire main;
neither color’d castles real or in the sand:
rivers, seas, clouds, nor rain!
No magnificence or fascination!
A Loveless world! For Love is a brand
of Beauty! Love keeps souls sane,
not empty words full of half-truths, half lies.
What is Love? Secreting from a soul gland:
an inner Light! Mind hunts in vain!
Someone said, (and he was wise),
“Let’s make our world a ‘better’ place!”
Our world! Don’t you see? This world is yours and
mine as much as theirs, so let’s account for all demise.
Make ‘better’? A goodness word! What is Good, and
where is Peace when war unravels through the land?
We’ve guns and bombs (guns and bombs) for power (power) and
pride (pride): who pays this price?
Flames of fear forever fann’d!
What is fear but an offhand
emotion turbulent, a vice,
when all the Archetypes on demand,
can twist your lows into highs?”
(Chorus)
But you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
Oh, you just know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
You don’t say! Don’t you!
Beauty isn’t so deep (You don’t say!)
(Verse 3)
“What’cha talkin’ about, Shoorsen?”
“Now, now, Kane! The gravity of Mind, do understand,
dives so deep, it’s insane
how a tiny soul can withstand
an Everest of avalanching pain!
Snow-blind, falls at every step, and
yet their heart beats through the ice!
How? I know how! A Wonderland
down Dream Road, scouring Truth Lane,
has Death canned, and
Infinite Greatness all planned!”
This is a call to all poetic Souls!
The river flows as the Mind flies
and blows the transcendental brain
away across never, never land!
Take a dip to wash away whatever stain
holds you back from Promised Land!
Behold the holy Ganges Plain-
fertile soil for seeds of mental Paradise!
Connect. To. The. Moment.
Do you ken, my soul friend? Suffice
to say it leads to the Archetypes!
“What archetypes?” “For God’s sake, Kane!”
Truth! Beauty! Love! Goodness!
Duty! Justice! Peace! Bliss!
Make them your own! Don’t compromise!
Short-selling yourself oughta be banned!
Grow (grow) (grow) d’you hear the echo?
Fill yourself with Love and
Light! All it takes’ a little sacrifice!
Show (show) (show) your rainbow colors nice-
each a gem: no less, each main!
Each wave of mind – truly scanned –
breaks in eloquence! The world gains
Art unique, or tech advancements,
if that’s your field. So like a magic wand
Beauty shows through your Poem,
work, skill, or theorem!
Beauty underlies everything!
It ain’t a trice!
Say it Once! Twice! Thrice!
“Beauty is deeper than skin!” deep within
lie invisible fountains and magical mountains,
exhibiting on Artists’ planes,
waves of an ocean spanned
across infinity, which, seen through a clear prism,
displays all seven refractions
in a single drop! Aye, what is Art but the choice
to make Beauty smile, never cry!
Beware! she’s a shy twin, aye, (ayes)
of Justice! Causing hurt is like throwing sand
in your own eyes! Beauty reigns!
Truth is King, and Beauty’s Queen! All hail
the queen that mirrors Truth! I maintain,
she’s royal, ever loyal, she never dies!
Offering to be your Muse, she commands
Purity, ‘n’ gifts Liberty to Honesty!
’tis the beauty of the archetypes-
Truth commands truth, Good goodness,
Justice commands itself, Duty demands
duty, Peace installs peace, Bliss draws bliss, and
Love- ah, love makes the world “go round!” have faith!
Gods inherit Truth, defeating lies,
as Love defeats hate!
What more gods do we need but those that utilize
divinities; their love is Art, and
their deeds reverence, their pain…
oh, endurance is their Epic, devotion
their middle name; they attract… wait!
Did I neglect to mention gravity? That’s a shame!
Obviously, gravity exists since Instant One!*
It’s the law, the law, of attraction, attraction!
No matter Time or Space!
Like attracts like, mass pulls on mass,
Truth does truth, and Beauty beauty, consciousness
attracts consciousness, simple and plain!
(Chorus)
But then you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
Oh, you just know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
You don’t say! Don’t you!
Beauty isn’t deep at all!
(Verse 4)
“What is Beauty then?”
“Don’t be square, Kane?
She’s a goddess, but not of the heavens:
Here and Now! Beauty shines through Art, no disguise!”
“But what is Art?” “I’ll be damned!
Art is intent, Kane…”
“For God’s sake, Shoorsen, it’s Shane!”
“Whatever! Art is an endeavor,
just like science, to illume an archetype!
As science discovers Truth, so Art covers Beauty! Both prized,
revealing Causes of creation!
The Universe speaks! Do you care to listen?
Kane disappears. Or was it Shane?
Don’t matter anyways.
This world is full of Shanes and Kanes
who see lies in Truth, and truth in lies,
if they’re dish’d concrete mix’d with sand.
Intangible’s invisible? Whoa, so deepest truths are lies!
I ask: “D’you see Love? Hear joy? Touch pain?“
“Those are trivial things,” said Kane.
“What about Soul?” “Oh, Soul is a heart with a hole!
You can’t build nothing with it, dude!” How rude!
D’you understand? This is their domain!
Name your price! Inflation rules ’til resources drain!
Making factories of men is their terrain!
But what do they produce? Oh, just roll the dice!
It’s always something new to entice
the senses. And I don’t complain!
Who cares about Soul when they’re playing ‘I Spy’?
Sending nature to the abyss,
uncaring to understand
that men and women aren’t mice;
this ain’t a game, it is Life!
Where’s your Art, your Science,
your poem and all that makes you wise?
(Chorus)
But then you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
Oh, you just know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
You don’t say! Don’t you! (Now don’t you!) (don’t you!)
Beauty isn’t deep at all!
(Verse 5)
Now I meditate. I hear my Muse saying,
‘Poet! Let the world expand!
How real is your dream, eh, Shoorsen?’
That’s the name of the game! And if it shall sustain!
I never wanna wake from this slumber:
I feel forever now. Is this Bliss?
‘You’re getting there, boy! Remember,
Art without Wisdom is shallow, and
Wisdom without Art is bland!’
Her wisdom is my sanity, and
her Art – my dreamland!
I fuse them both, and stay sane
in my dream. ‘Cause I am who I am!
I need to live my Purpose, and
let the world around me go insane.
I don’t care for shallowness ’cause it makes me nervous;
I’m averse to the jealous and their vicious mindless coldness!
But now my Muse starts to reprimand.
‘Don’t be grievous, boy,’ says she.
‘Cause looking at negatives is an illness
grave! Precious Poet, take a stand
only if you must serve the world.
For insanity’s just across a thin line!
You’re walking blind on landmines!
You’ve taken! Now it’s time
to give! It’s time to stand
by Beauty! Go create your Magnum Opus!
For Art ain’t just your dream!
Art is therapy and medicine!
Real Art injected into nightmares changes lives…
Art may find a soul needing a reason
to live! So show them how to give,
cause giving is living, whilst
taking is faking, finally heart-breaking!’
Beauty goes from one who owes:
Beauty flows towards the free!
Make Art your therapy!
Write, sing, paint, or play an instrument!
It’s poetry if it’s got harmony!
Make your life worth its while!
Let your eyes moisten as you make ’em smile!
See, Beauty’s love for Truth is legendary!
Real Beauty never cries
for herself. She sheds tears for others’ sake.
Beauty’s what you make
of Life! Alleviate earthly strife!’
Your way is up, soar high!
Don’t look down, don’t collect!
Oh, no! There’s still debt!
Transcend the body cage, and
you’re free!
(Chorus)
But then you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
And you think you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
You don’t say! Don’t you!
Beauty isn’t deep at all!
Beauty, beauty, beauty!
Show them how deep you can be!
(Verse 6)
“What about those giving to take, Muse?
Investing in futures, aye, giving is their ruse!
They’re just doubling their money!” She laughs.
‘Boy, let us learn from them.
Let us double the truth, and double the beauty,
double our love, and double the duty,
double goodness, double justice grand!
Let’s be looking double ahead!
Double the light, and double be right, so double our fight, and
let’s be sight to the blind, and Soul to the mind, and
heart to the meek, and Truth to those who seek!
Create! (Create) Create! It’s never too late!
Connect to the Source!
While Shane or Kane heckle for resource,
they’re lusting for Effects, unknowing their loss,
we transcend – fusing with the Cause –
leaving behind a legacy of love!
We know Beauty’s face, we sing her praise, and
make the case for Poetry! We repay her debt!
Turning the tables on Death, we embrace eternal Life!
What do we lose? What’s sacrificed?
Nothing but ugliness of lies,
of pain, of guilt, of doubt, of hate!
Because Truth is Beauty, Beauty Truth! And
that they’re real should come as no surprise!’
(Middle Eight)
I bow to wisdom pure, and
I bow to Art arcane!
So tell me who am I?
Who’s my Muse, and
who, who, who is Kane?
(Chorus)
But didn’t you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
Since when d’you know that
Beauty isn’t so deep! (You don’t say!)
You don’t say! Don’t you!
Beauty isn’t deep at all!
Beauty, beauty, beauty!
Show them how deep you can be!
Beauty, beauty, beauty!
Show ’em, show ’em, show ’em!
(Repeat Chorus to fade)
* Instant One = At the first instant of Creation (right after the Big Bang event, or whatever it was!)
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