In the dark, vast expanse of the universe,
there is an abundance of incredible creations and hideous beauty.
Under the flaming sun,
in this complex civilization,
The notion of splendidness can be seen as brilliance
because across this fertile land,
That beauty is magnified by the presence of its ominous counterpart, ugliness.
Even in the presence of darkness,
The allure of heavenly lights intensifies in the cosmos,
as well as around and within us.
Even in the presence of pain, beauty hideously persists.
This dance with the hideous and the beautiful forges
The meaning of what one perceives and reveres.
This tussle between inner clarity and outer chaos,
with good and evil,
this balance of lambency and murk,
among the imbalance of deceit and uprightness
in this frightening,
and also beautiful, place we call home,
A world where perfection seems seldom perfected
like it was at the conception of primordial creation.
Still, in this day and time,
Even the Trees can be found wrenching
in peculiar and unusual bends.
Remarkably,
Each tree maintains its own unique and alluring charm.
Hideous beauty is vividly showcased in the capability of Mother Nature,
As her beauty can be found in the most
incidental places
more often than not,
imperfection is what makes all living creations
truly captivating.
Beauty must have been an expression of cosmic truth.
Ugliness had to be the expression of disorder.
I assume, as ably as we can,
We should all bask in and appreciate
the blooming blessings,
and creation’s creative creativity,
even in disastrous situations,
Gray skies, harsh environments,
and dense atmospheres.
It makes things not falsely gripping but truthfully good.
It is in this juxtaposition
that we can recognize the complexity of our very own existence.

In shadows deep, where darkness reigns,
there dwells a beauty, cruel and strange.
Its eyes are like fire, its skin is like snow.
But who can behold a sight that can freeze
the bravest soul?
Like a rose that blooms in the darkest night,
its vision brings both fear and delight.
The hideous beauty,
like brandished gold,
beholds a tale of life and death untold.
Our imaginations have painted only the bright side,
and that reality has its dark shades
as well as its light ones
So beauty and hideousness can simultaneously unfold.

© Tristian L.F. Ford