The Storm and the Madman

Without high winds, but with supreme light, Adam and Eve, the first faithful beings were fashioned from the earth by God's own hand. 

The Genesis of life and life of the creator tells us that humility only comes through suffering, 

And only through suffering can truth be learnt and shown, 

For the creative man, the artist, the most beautiful art is to love, and to give your gifts truly and humbly. 

The creative man like a mathematical genius

first swirls gently,

Like a nonchalant finger calculating the impossible,

It deciphers dust and siphers through branches like blood through brachioles, fore blood circulates the body through the heart to the breath of the lungs. 

This flow of invisibility is like a stream of algebraic equation, a trigonometry of pythagorean proportions, 

A slight movement of brow, a change of expression displays an air force blow to the enemy,

The enemy with the nerve to suggest he is weak minded,

The nerve to say he's unintelligent,

Fore he is undoubtedly touched by that tincture,

His hand dealt delicately placed derangement,

The freak, the crazy, the schizophrenic man, who overcame the complexities of life like a hurricane shattering the very core essence of negativity and stupidity, 

Rigidity and frigidity, 

To become a tornado of liquidity and fluidity, 

With supreme invincibility of faith. 

Overcoming the storm is strength, 

Analysing simply and with the freedom to look beyond the usual and the same to see the unique and the originality of the art of life. 

By breaking his mind, the storm challenged his pysche, 

In the aftermath the destruction and debris left behind became a learning curve unparalleled, 

to create is to challenge the status quo, 

to create is expression of life, 

To create is breaking down impenetrative barriers that a wind cannot break. 

The mind is the powerfullest force, 

To seek that which hasn't been sought, 

to find that which hasn't been found, 

To show the truth in art like no other, 

For a man destruction occurs for creation to happen, 

A creation only a madman can create, 

His reward is his own being living a good life. 

He was shaped for art, 

Like a whistling wind chisels rock, 

And nothing and nobody can halt this, 

He has the lever and can move mountains, and he found the lever himself through the grace of God. 

Art

Luminosity, flow, divine. 

The essence of art, is the essence of life itself.

Continously Curious and introspective, but outward in expression, showing everything to everyone.

See it, feel it. 

work is life, Expressing it's mystic flow.

The little star

A whirling darkness of matter,

A vast lonely place,

It swallows up planets and moons, and galaxies,

Solar systems vanish leaving no trace.

Destruction and evil follow the darkness wherever it heads,

The potential end of the human race, 

The evil gets stronger everyday,

Corrupting life in everyway,

But, one light looks upon us all with a new face and holds us with such loving grace...

In the quiet of deep winter twinkles the little star, 

It watches patiently the ways of the whirling darkness,

It sees and it knows.

The darkness tries to tempt us,

But spreading its light the star reassures,

It shows us the way. 

This little star is meek,

A star for the people, a star for the weak,

Though little it is bold and brave,

It heads to the dark matter,

And the dark matter is overcome,

The weak become strong for as long as they cling to the star dust trail, they cannot fail or fall, for nothing is impossible for the star, and with it we will go far,

Far away from darkness and death,

Far away from lies and deceit.

So be it!

It is done,

Mission complete!

As it was told, it will happen.

Fore the universe and life itself revolve around this little star, 

But, don't look upon it from afar,

Let it's light fill you and it's love consume you,

And you will radiate all this,

And live surrounded by light in everlasting bliss!

Soul searching

They fall at the wayside,

The gutter is nowhere to live,

They take and take,

When to survive you give.

They bend and they break,

The break is life long,

They stop and think too much,

Recovery has gone.

They lose their faith,

Money is all they need,

Their opinion is king,

Their wealth and their greed.

Pride is the Devil's possession,

Deception is vanity,

The humble are gracious,

The weak fight for sanity.

When the time comes to meet glory or doom,

Is your conscience clear,

Did you do your very best,

Or did the demons your heart sear.

Did the devil win you over,

Or were you held close by life,

Were the Angels with you,

Or did death rule with scythe.

Look deep into your mind,

Discover your true self,

Is your soul protected,

Is truth your only wealth.

In the end you will know the meaning of why we are here,

Your souls destruction or everlasting history,

Love is our purpose and the way to live,

Live for the victory of life's divine mystery!