the bookOpen up this book of life, Tear back the pages as we write the strife, The echoing drums of dawn, Each page a new morn,the book
Wait fill the haze of tomorrow, Among the clouds a different sorrow, The chanting of the mind, Blood rushing through the bind,
Pull back the hairs of sanity, On the hands of our security, Still we stay and write, Still through the darkness there is might,
The beauty seeps through the clouds, Her voice finds and holds, The light that smiles, Kissed by her presence of isles,
Soothed by your never ending g
DestinyThe dream of her, A mystery that walks in and out of the blur, Will follow till I find you, My beautiful goddess of true,Destiny
Waiting sleepless nights for your arrival, Protecting me from the suicidal, When I find you, Will sing your song for the view,
Will run to the distant ends, Round those jagged isolated bends, Step in your stride, Follow the path till the world divides,
The path only open to you, The others a mere blank to view, You are the fantasy, My lady of the flowers is my sanctuary,
I know, I know you are the one
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The more I venture in the art world, the more I wish I just stayed home scribbling with crayons on used paper lunch bags
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The more I venture in the art world, the more I wish I just stayed home scribbling with crayons on used paper lunch bags
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Jack of all trades, master of none.
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"...to myself I seem to have
been only like a boy [girl] playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in
now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell, whilst
the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me"
-Isaac Newton
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Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!
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