Freethinker's Chronicle

Her opium filled smokey eyes Upon their opening, across the poppy fields, thunderbolt struck through my veins My mind in trance, left out Somewhere long back in Some psychedelic maze Her hypnotic glance pierced through the haze & touched my heart & My heart danced to the beat of hers. Wanted to hang in there, like that For eternity, On that bridge across forever But reality crawled back like A creepy reptile & bit me on my forehead  Slowly or suddenly, I couldn't exactly recall now But I came back to my senses  once again.

When it comes to perceiving a woman’s beauty, the range of possibility is enormous.  I have known several men who love all kinds of women—all types, body shapes, sizes, colors, races. It’s all good.  Sadly, I have known far more who have such a narrow window for what is lovely that most women can’t even get an“acceptable” rating.  They may be liked well enough as people, but they would need to change, sometimes drastically, to be perceived of as a beautiful woman. If & only if you got past thestandard issue version of physical beauty you had been trained to see, you willsee new levels of beauty you have never imagined.   When it comes to true beauty, the single greatest challenge I can think ofis to actually see it, even when it hits you upside the head. We are so culturally indoctrinated into accepting common standards of what is beautiful,and what is not, that finding our own true perception of, and response to, a person or object of beauty is a fantast...