Challenge 84 - aesthetic
 

1 a : of, relating to, or dealing with aesthetics or the beautiful <aesthetic theories> b : ARTISTIC c : pleasing in appearance : ATTRACTIVE

2 : appreciative of, responsive to, or zealous about the beautiful; also : responsive to or appreciative of what is pleasurable to the senses

till the 20.

zOMG first spot

[B]In the Place of A Shepherd[/B]

Word goes around that the deed has been exchanged
One bloody hand prying it from one so rigid
From the cold of rigor mortis to something worse
Our fate seems firmly sealed
Choice is now to his discretion
To the rest of us we see
In the place of a shepherd
Is another wolf disguised jackal

We're all tied to the same old rope
Tethered to a weathered statue
That's reaching for the heavens
Up high there's a carved inscription
But it's too far to see
Not one could make out the words

The rope is endless
And still, we're bound
It doesn't give us
The full flight of freedom

Occasionally we're let loose just to be caught again
Only for the amusement of some
But we were all given the little taste
Of what we so desperately strive for
Temptation we can't resist
And the aftertaste wells up again
Now we have come more persistent in trying

Then one day the statue came crashing down
The aesthetics buried underneath
And the sculpture of our master
Inevitably met the dust
And finally...
We could read the words

"For all eternity you shall bow,
Shall always look up,
To the statue of your master,
Now face the dirt; bow down"

Oh the irony

[B]Sapor Fructus
[/B]
[I]How art thou fallen from heaven
O morning star, son of the dawn
How you have fallen from heaven
The father struck by his fawn[/I]

She took us carelessly to be tried
Bent our legs back until we cried
Names cut the air; where they bleed
All of the sightless and emptied
Dart through the barrens on their knees
Through the wool of these sins she teased

Pressed our lips to the secluded signs
Aesthetic and full of grace
Star-studded wings pinched the sky
This embryo will soon erase

Clench our teeth, like it's our first time
Excrete rapture like it's a crime
Cough up fervor into the tide
This copulation will soon divide
Filed your teeth along my thighs
Stomached the taste until sunrise

We're lapsed out
She's forgotten
Blank stares
Still caught in

This reel.

[B]An imagination of undertaking[/B]

Beyond the point
Where flesh meets flesh
Atomistic boundaries wavier

Cajoled by the aesthetic
A judgment of taste
An imagination of undertaking

Reposed in the tenure of angelic embrace
[I]Soft hands…warm skin…intoxicating taste[/I]
Headwaters consume in demurs retreat
[I]Assuring smile…blends…fragrance replete[/I]

This one is a dreamer
With no conscience to compete
The asking is the taking

Excuses played universal
A lesser road through experience
To travel this beauty for always

From the source, an infinite perspective of life
[I]soothing voice… pleasingly lithe…the bluest eyes[/I]
Safe in knowing no ending can diminish
[I]Gentle soul…lover…..giver of life[/I]

Bend to the wind
Ascribed notion of fate
This recast is complete

[U]Art Is Love[/U]

It was so clear once I came up for air,
I saw the asthetics fade.
The imperfection of a facade,
The decadance of her beauty.
I saw the way she sealed herself off in artistry,
And how she screamed for breath,
But my eyes stayed dry.
After she had collapsed I left a rose behind,
For a most romantic ending.

Oh, how she defiled grace so well,
It showed in the pallor of her skin.
Misery's claws tore into her chest,
And strangled what was left.

But when shone under sunlight,
The grays turned to Belle's tints.
Vibrant reds layed over blue,
Swirling to violet.
Her face took to suffocation so well.

[b]Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder[/b]

Have we been swayed by the depictions of normality?
entrusted our discretion of opinion.. with mediocrity?

As different as we all seem to be,
why do the masses all prefer,
the consistant portrayal of beauty..?
Denoting all else as the lack there of..

What's appealing to you?

Denounce these skeptical aesthetics,
True beauty only lies in your admiration.
Break away from the practical ascetics,
Become unwonted, flaunt your aberration!

Feign by the labels for a moment.
Explore the esoteric desires of obscurity,
be so obsequious your skin crawls,
sedulously devote yourself in their security.

Was that appealing to you?

In all it's forms it can..
captivate and terrify, ennui or mystify.
An ugly rose gripped by a lovely rotting corpse.
On a shimmering night of an elliptic year.
It's all depicted from the eye of the beholder..

Beauty is indefinite for lack of adequate illumination

That was beautiful.. wasn't it?
Now what do you really think..

...

I think i will reserve myself a spot.

Wishing Well

With my come to bed eyes
I'll rip you to shreds
Don't disturb the beast inside
My valentine, sweet valentine
Poisonous sleeping aesthetic beauty
Lying beside you, listening
To you breathe, your last breath
My valentine, precious valentine

I wish

I scream out your name
But you'll never hear
All you hear are the lies
My valentine, I wish
You'll lure me in again
And use me and discard
And I've fallen for your lies
Precious valentine, I wish

I wish so much

I dream about it at night
But it's already happening
And it makes me feel so cheap
My valentine, I wish
And you lead me on
Like the dog you are
A star with no heart
Precious valentine, I wish

I wish so much

Sleep tight tonight
As you don't even think of me
I'd give it all for just one taste
I sleep alone tonight

And I wish for so much more

Guilty Pleasure

Starin down that face
That stares back at you
Cold is the case
And the cause out of view

Lookin in that mirror
With that unaffordable thought
You felt that fear
But shouldn’t have fought

*chorus
-Aesthetic-Cosmetic-Kinetic-Pathetic
You didn’t even steal
Your stolen treasure
-Mimic-Cynic-Clinic-Makes me sick
You don’t feel guilt
For you guilty pleasure

reflection from the sea
Vanity your last hope
Guilty your plea
Your hands tied by rope

Gazing at yourself
Narsisic in belief
Comic in wealth
Pride stolen by your thief

*chorus

Blind to the sins
Beauty in the eyes
The judgment begins
The judge enters, all rise

Aesthetically compressed by her vitrues alone.
Magnetically depressed by this listless affection.
Drowning and flailing, its sink or swim.
The glare from the sun in her eyes.

or something else goes here I suppose...
...maybe

"A Night Sky Introspective"
 

A Night Sky Introspective

We breathe in paper bags
We walk through Stratosphere.
Beneath the real turned surreal
lie our sleeping fears.
We see the world through periscope.
As on crystal cold nights,
our ragged breath ascends the stairs
to sit among the bright lights.

Our analog's in time,
yet time just fades to dust.
Our rules remain Darwinian
And we do what we must.
We shake our head, but not our eyes.
Like a.m. yelling screams,
we'll fill our plaster with the cracks
of our forgotten dreams.


And I've climbed the tow lines of your upward gaze.
And I've found my footing and it's just enough for me to judge you.
And I've gained my wisdom from these screaming days.
Watching you attempt escape from this entropy I've been through.


...Our ship has travelled most of this night.
Under gray, city-glow seas,
we sail past the place where
beacons burn.
~

Those lyrics (Night sky introspective) are from the band i'm in, Lost Cosmonaut. We play indie/ambient/proto-punk music. Check us out, if you dare! [url]www.purevolume.com/1lostcosmonaut[/url]

[QUOTE=LostCosmonaut]Those lyrics (Night sky introspective) are from the band i'm in, Lost Cosmonaut. We play indie/ambient/proto-punk music. Check us out, if you dare! [url]www.purevolume.com/1lostcosmonaut[/url][/QUOTE]

Die

[QUOTE=Mighty Morphin Power Ranger]Die[/QUOTE]

Seconded, you're awful, and didn't even use the challenge word.

[QUOTE=Mighty Morphin Power Ranger]Die[/QUOTE]
lmao

[B]Fat guy meets light.[/B]

In a small room, there lies a husky man
Staring at the wall with a flower in his hand.
The room's so dark, so he can't quite see,
and when the sun won't rise, the birds won't sing.

This poor man is very, very sad
nothing in life, is all he ever had
Sitting in home all day, he gets a pale complection
What a poor man, with no love, no aesthetic perception.

Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor
and the golden orb will finally fly.

Perhaps one day, he'll find the special visitor
and the night will finally die.

Oh, not for this man, not in this life.
The sun won't rise, and art won't survive.
This world is forever black,
nothing will ever get the sun coming back.

So it's head first to heaven.

In a small room there lies a husky man
starting at the wall, with a rope in his hand
the rooms so dark, so he can't quite see,
But this night's the night, when he'll finally be free.


(not done maybe?)

THESE EYES WERENT MADE FOR SIGHT

There's a snow-cloud on the horizons
and it rains heavy on the azaleas
that mark the border between dark and darker still.
There's a whole world below the flowerbeds
that strange as Earth to me
and I hope I'm not jaded by sundown.

There's never any other glare in my eyes
Are these, my eyes made for sight?
If you were to ever catch a lonely sunbeam,
It's still such a beautiful world
But these eyes just werent made for sight.

There're secrets that are carried on clotheslines
hanging out among the melting breeze
that mark the border between light and lighter still.
There's the hopes that turn to water that make the tide
Someone draw a picture moon and hope
that I'm not jaded by sunset.

Aesthetics from a place in time
shade all I've ever seen.

I can't think of a title so any suggestions would be helpful.

Verse 1:

I'm always walking on the outside;
Looking to get in;
Waiting for the moment;

I'm always watching them together;
Wishing I was there;
Hoping someone cares;

Chorus:

I need an aesthetic;
To make me go like this;
To make me feel like that;
I need an aesthetic;
To make me go like this;
To make me feel like that;

Verse 2:

There has to be something in hiding;
That I just can't reach;
An understanding to be understood;

A crowd gathers behind me;
But they'll soon fade away;
And I'll have nothing left to play;

Chorus:

I need an aesthetic;
To make me go like this;
To make me feel like that;
I need an aesthetic;
To get me through this life;
Which is slowly turning black;

Bridge:

The time has to be getting closer;
For something to happen to me;
If I have to wait much longer;
I swear I'll break down and scream;

Chorus:

Where is an aesthetic;
Which will make me go like this;
Which will make me feel like that;
I need that aesthetic;
To get me through this life;
Which is slowly turning black;

It's surely turning black;

New
 

imposed in a new stare
you are a singular sight
in a finite amount of possibilities
locked by distance, solar and moon light
dreamer... it burgeons

and i wouldn't know what to do
if i ever had the chance,
to ever get the chance

affixed between the start and an idea
different from the rest
inspired the aesthetic
of hope in a pariah
dreamer.. retrace the thought

and i wouldn't know how to start
if i could ever find you,
to ever pass the haze

beauties in the brightest light
falter to what you could do
i would think you perfect
even if my senses slipped

and i've misguided my focus
in a perception of impossibility
in anchored affections
i'm waiting for this to make a difference

I thought this was closed after the 20th k.s.e.?

It Does And It Is

alright then ;-)

when you got a dick willy in your mouth you'd be saying a mouth full

when you got a dick willy in your mouth you'd be saying a mouth full