Love for Art

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Published August 5, 2016 by Social Working Poet

At the end of the day we rest assured of the promised land.

The greatest place ever in history to visualise the future for us.

The greatest place ever in history to torment us emotionally and bring the excitement and frustration about the future.

We sleep anyway.

Dream anyhow.

For this life is an ever changing season


thinking and living positive

Published May 27, 2016 by Social Working Poet

It’s  hard to take a breath when think about it.SelfieCity_20160511130718_org

But easier when you’re not paying attention.


Always be positive and pay attention to your taughts, the more you know how you think, the lesser the chances of you being negative aabout life.


Published May 24, 2016 by Social Working Poet

Do you cry when you feel what I feel?

Do you even try to feel what I feel?

When you tell me you feel me

When you say you understand my pain

When you say we’re in this together

Do you ever guard the gate of your month

Or do you just spit out words to make me feel less vulnerable?

I’m trying to understand the irony that you bring with your metaphors.



And I quote

Published May 22, 2016 by Social Working Poet

We all bear that little innocence, in our hearts. The child in us never goes, never grows, she stays inside and take a closer look as the body enhances and as the mind develops.

She is that weeping soul inside that many feel she cannot be seen in public, that weeping soul that longs to scream and shout when happiness overshadows pain and even when pain greets her with a smile, she longs to scream, shout and let it all out.

But the body and mind’s development hinders that little soul from living life to its core…

The journey began continues… Cherish the day

Published May 22, 2016 by Social Working Poet

There will come a time of pure distillation.

The time for positive mental installation.

And when that time comes, no clock with tick and talk to turn things right

No calendar will date back the memories we once had.

Only through the sun and through the interchanging personalities of the moon and the sun in the sky can we surface through the earth with defiled outrage.20160421_145856.jpg

The journey began… Continues : Soaked emotions.

Published October 26, 2015 by Social Working Poet

A heart in Vain searching for a fear that will bring Pain.
Scepticism strides along trifles of wonders.
Million wonders of this world
In my mind they wander


Uncertainty  crowds in
Suddenly creeps in
Crawling in searching for a crock of shit
Lord have mercy on this crestfallen soul