The Beacon of Beauty

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In ugly there is beauty, that’s an accepted fact,

In beauty one can find, all that ugly lack.

Ugly rides the air in the sounds that we hear.

I bet that where you’re standing it’s lurking very near.

Ugly is insidious, it pervades the very mind!

It makes the previously rational, coarse and unkind.

Ugly offends the eye, it deadens what’s in the ear.

It’s the pain that wells up and shows itself as a tear.

The world wasn’t made of ugly, but it has become that way,

Through man’s indifference and the results are clear today!

A new covering of tarmac, new concrete being poured.

The compelling lure of money is now more and more adored.

Dirt and grime are everywhere, they’re now included in written word.

But perhaps you think what I write is gibberish, and plainly quite absurd.

If those are your thoughts then I’m envious of your reason.

Your heart must be following beauty as its one true guiding beacon!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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