THE PAINTER

Poetry at it finest..

Dreams sometimes dissolve in tears.
Fears are out spoken in silence.
A mans heart devise his ways but Jehovah directeth his step,from the day he steps out of his man cave were he craved for breath and life for 9 months.
Maybe this is my path,to walk amongst letter,because they understand me more.They fulfill my notion of been safe,without an overflow of discontinuous mirage we call mixed feelings.
I beg you all to please fill your feelings in this form,and make sure you fulfill your dreams without using sentiment to erase,will and power.
For you cannot ride a bike backwards.
I pray we meet in that conjunction,were my sentence meet yours,in a preference of equatorial gesture..I feel alive when i paint.
Thank you all for given me your hearts as a converse,where few souls paint the atmosphere with a texture of love.
I hope you all love what I have painted here.

Author's Note

Please I will greatly appreciate your reviews...I really want to learn,the ethic more.

Reviews

[MCS]

After the first brush-stroke, the canvas assumes a life of its own; at this point, I become both creator and servant of the event unfolding before me.

[Talkless]

MCS....I am fortified with such review...thanks