Words and mists
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The one that finds truth cares less about beauty; the one that finds beauty cares less about truth. To find truth is to find beauty, and to find beauty is to find truth. In the quest for one, the other is found,
An Artist's Words
I would offer a penny to buy your thoughts; Or would you let me copy it for free? Actually, never mind, I will just steal it at night when i can't see you.
A Great Quote
To be great is to have courage; To have courage is to fight mediocrity; To fight mediocrity is to find that life is full of it; and in the crevices where they don't exist
In chains i stand with the weight of my existence: my thoughts. Some as light as the wind that blows carefree, some heavier than gold; my chains padding. To renovate my house and set what can be set free free,
It's ego stands on a tower overlooking it's goal; it's eyes piercing in fierce desire. Engulfed in the scent of it's own flame; it looks on beating it's chest.
On A Diet
The heart that is overfed is in as much trouble as the underfed. To be bloated without release, in gaseous restraint remain unmoved to overflow and become more. The heart suffers much over-born with what is good.
Where Reason Is Not Known
This house was built with bricks of gold; gold lined with silver and windows of transparent steel. It’s roof is made with fillings from dust, and the pathway that leads to it’s satin door
Time to drink
Patched walker searching for the sun. Crying from within asking for light. Thirsty to the core, dried out existence. Asking questions you will never find answers to.
How you going to survive?
You go high You see low You want skies You feed fields
Poet by night
I am a poet by night. A scripter of metaphors
How much your opinion is worth
How much your opinion is worth, a couple of cents maybe. To think that it's worth more is humor. Keep the sense all day,
To be seen
Art disturbs whats inside waiting to form a material existence outside. What is immaterial must grow, it's hues brought to forming on canvases
The good illusion
The good illusion. Unscarred by existence, Unpolluted by survival, Transcending the zero cycle,
To see the colors vividly, to see the lines forming with light as the Scapes take shapes. To see what the sun and moon keep
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The one that finds truth cares less about beauty;
the one that finds beauty cares less about truth.
To find truth is to find beauty, and to find beauty is to find truth.
In the quest for one, the other is found,
and those led astray search for both in maps.