The war of heart and mind - Truths in life are a feeling in the Heart the Heart is wise and the mind is not for your conscious is a youthful thing and the heart forgives the young its ignorance for it is childish love eternal and forever life is love and love is life to learn this is the wisdom a heart gives gives you a resonance to become enabled to make a choice its up to your path chosen draw careful the lessons taught pain and love teachers of a transport and life value shows that not a self the conclusion to living And death not life's resulted ending but its truth makes living dreams eternity reveals as reality a time drawn dreamt illusion hung suspended on a rainbows banding stripes limited to a range of 7 a speck of what the truth as whole sits Waiting to be self discovered The heart beats for a reason it wants to show you if you listen See what the drummer plays you

The canvas starts as black not white colour added on to it starts with spatters of white as like glitter shimmers the artist is right handed painting strokes right to left with a swipe of blue a splash of yellow and a rising green spatters where it was black with purple flicked off twighlights brush The midway of a start or finish orange and crimson patches padded A Shepard’s warning or delight black washes with white spots sprayed over an endless canvases page days picture gone to a place Inside the dreams of the artists mind Where mixed and made ready A pallet to paint The next days canvas landscape masterpiece

The perpetual scintillation Set; the sun does lie -- in a westward way, when light from sky is taken -- half a planet away, upon a nightly black --does come the star parlay. A empyrean view unveiled --a ubiquitous curtain is drawn, omnipresent; though you are -- terrestrial; I am born so view by a window; whose limit be, dusk- till -dawn. achromatic black , that hosts a perennial display; marching on the sky a myriad up high Crimson-Red sapphires , emerald green , to pearls; incandescent little gems ; do pass in orbital whirls. a beauty that unto any,--a truism I say; any that utters different--mendacious words are they. A myriad of stars , with omnisciently way aeon -to -aeon have sat; within a nights swarthy at a distance parsec's away come the dawning hour upon the easts -first blush, a velvet blue -- days coming; comes in no hastily rush, gently ebbs ; the scintillation -- from your pageantry, then with seeming earnestness you become eyeless to me