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27,000 plus more

27,000 plus more

27,000 an counting....
A wonderful accomplishment for 5 months
With a few scratches of ink...

Art -

Monster

Monster
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ANCESTOR IN MIRACLES - AND...

wrinkle in flesh - drawn actions
crimson splatter in breath
helpless beyond the angel spread...

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THE CANVAS OF YOUR LIFE

From birth to death you can't go back and the future you can't see...

If it were a blank canvas for...

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Evolution Vs Creationism

Evolution Vs Creationism

Charles Darwin an enthralling evolutionist eliminates
God's existence and power to create.
...

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Arrogant Hearts

Arrogant Hearts

Do we know not how to feel remorse?
Such narcissists, to ride a horse
Which is our life...

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An Owl of Words

An Owl of Words

Swirls of color seep into the canvas
Painting a picture of my mind
It's so blurred at the...

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RAINDROPS OF LIFE

As the sing song sound of sadness plays, the weary heart aches and blusters in the wind-The sad song of...

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I am he. ..the sole creator

am he, the creator of life & death
& with life I gift you, your every breath.
But I...

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WHO AM I?

WHO AM I?

Who am I?

Am I a question or am I the answer to it all?
Am I the dust which bares a name or...

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Walking next to heroes

Walking next to heroes

I am chasing my illusive dream with which my words jump from the pages

The legends already exist in...

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God's Creation

God's Creation

Master of inventions,
Creator of the arts,
You crafted every spectrum,
The earth, the...

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Unanswered Answers

Is what I see through my eyes the truth or just simply lies,
Is what I see just what one wants me to...

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God lives in your eyes

God lives in your eyes

You are my strength,

my sanity.

My universe inside

of me.

You are my breath...

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Death of self

Death of self

Take my life so that it can start again

Bring me to the end so that I can begin

Sustained...

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Senses

Senses

It's dark

I can't see you

With every stroke of your hand

I feel you forming me...