My art is my craft

My craft is my art

My thoughts although derived from anonymous milieu, become mine.

My sanity is allocated to the realm of the unknown

Life? What is life? Life is you. Life is me

Life is the choices that we make daily

Life is joy. Life is pain

Life is sunshine. Life is rain

Without misery, happiness becomes not.

Before you can love, you must first become a reassuring and

Compassionate friend to yourself...

 

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	My existence on earth is trapped within my verse. My knowledge is my weapon.
One must secure their own scruples in order to stay grounded in this perplexity of images unexplained One must not allow their obscurity to define their temperament but in retrospect, one must embrace the world in its radiance as a portrait made up of different colors Submitting to the will of the Most High For one must acknowledge that he or she is an extension of God Created in His image Making one a true embodiment of grace and Glorious as a fig ripe before harvest As one’s tranquility prevails, motion within that entity suggests otherwise making the impossible probable...
...They stroll leisurely, deceptive like a serpent waiting for its prey In carnal accord they reject the Creator like a newborn rejects the unfamiliar arms of strangers He who loves sin loves punishment He who practices lawlessness practices death He who conspires to do evil conspires to be cut off from the book of life He who disrupts the plan of the Almighty One disrupts his own salvation For it is not His will that any should perish Woe to the man that believes he is free But in fact he is a slave confined in his own dungeon of sin! Without repentance salvation becomes annulled, thus the imperative: “What shall be the end of them that obey not the gospel of God”?...	..."The congenial harmony of our bodies from head to feet confirms the unification of our minds and facilitates the anticipation of our imminent oneness"...