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Life is short Art is Long

When you learn how to paint you envision a world void of choice, then like time you give life to the future--creating a garden where the thoughts of a man dwell in oblivion. I have learned how to be a good storyteller--to narrate to unseen ears the miracles that existed before life was brought out of earth. But this life does not give me credence for my simplicity neither does it embrace my feelings when my soul seeks a home from fear. When I told the truth in August: about a Zulu king in heaven, about the voices that hid themselves beneath the sod, about time and the sincerity on a seer's tongue--I was romanced with fear, for I thought death would come like unwanted sleep. But I have done well. I have made anew the things that matter most to existence: the complexity of time--which is to rationalize confusion; and the believe that life is fiction--and most importantly to stay at home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/29/2016 9:47:00 AM
As per a new poet here, I decided to go for your best poems and I must say that this one left me flabbergasted! You are a gem, a star and a potential mega duper souper! Keep on writing friend and you are highly welcome to PS... A definite 7
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Victor Ehikioya-Brown
Date: 3/3/2016 2:34:00 AM
Thanks a million times over, Funom
Date: 2/20/2016 7:48:00 AM
Same here, Victor .. may this site workout for you;)
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Victor Ehikioya-Brown
Date: 2/20/2016 7:51:00 AM
Sure, it will, I love it here!
Date: 2/20/2016 7:15:00 AM
I like this, well expressed ... Linda
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Victor Ehikioya-Brown
Date: 2/20/2016 7:47:00 AM
Thanks, Linda, best wishes