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.