May be simply unfair
But I punish
MYSELF
With no mercy
For goodness's shake

With full reliance
I stay afar from some people
Because
I wish to meet them
In next timeframe
In next dimension
In next pathway
In next lifetime
From the START

It's like this
NAMASTE

Oh how I hate art!
So much noise
And false pretenses,
Such undeserved poise
For those vain promises.

Sure, in everything there’s a message,
Yes, anything you want to acknowledge.

How I hate art!
For it is far too fragile
To dare play so smart
How I hate art!

Oh how I hate art!
Whether I’m missing the point
Or whether there was none;
Whether it isn't what it ain’t
Or whether it’s just for fun.

How I hate art!
For it cannot do otherwise
Than state the obvious
And pretend to be wise.

Sure, you’ve convinced more than a few;
Yes, they’ve all grasped your great value.

How I hate art!
The cliche, the glamour
The whole thing and the part,
Oh how I hate art!

If
You are
Ready


Welcome In


To
The new
Sphere

A sign of Respect to me is having the gratitude to acknowledge ones error without a preconceived misconception you are superior in anyway.

To those
Who are the infinite
To those
Who senses everyday magic
To those
Who dreams
To those
Who are like home

Lastly
To my own shadow
Who believed
The power of ink

Yesterday and always

Every time
They will ask
Who you are?

There is more
YOU
Behind
Who you are not

They just want
To know
The superficial

As deep as
What they are

Sun shines from the east

With respect
Let's raise
From the west