[Awad]
Her beauty blessed the world with forever harmony;
Her voice made a deaf man hear, her smile made a blind man see//


She took a walk in the cold and heated up the scenery;
Made the sun jealous and the sunshine unnecessary//


She got looks that'll kill, call it pretty genocide//
Leaving me breathless like I inhaled cyanide//


Talking to her is like universal therapy;
The air from her lips is cancer's only remedy//


Beauty, Bello, khoobsoorth, ziba;
Bonita, belle, nizuri, jameela//


The way she hides it, I'll kill to take a peak;
Put me to my knees, make me hella' weak//


Not complaining, but she's such a distraction;
Even her shadow, causes, a fatal, attraction//


No matter how hard I try I cannot find another;
But her beauty is second to that of my mother//



[Haris (aka Ars3nic)]

Found my self rudely awoken to the beauty of words spoken
from tongues scorched or frozen, but learned from the moment,
that is... (beauty)

I fell in love with the beauty of the words, but I was lucky
had a brother who fell in love with a bird,
till she fell in love with the dope,

which fell in love with her soul, took her beauty
now she just a skeleton, not even scar tissue
sleeping in a car park, with the last issue...

daaam... (beauty)
(What happened?.. )
Love of addiction

lustin' opulent, a lover's confliction,
Wish I could just change the definition,
cuz beauty in the eye of the beholder,

wish it held up like mothers for kids who grow up,
but no it got sowed up, plastic make over,
I say beauty... just loose composure,

ya follow them believe they'll take over
In hollowness I'm searching for my Nia..
A mind right as Fascism, but brighter than Orwell's vision..