Wow. You knock me out!! This is a poem with meat. Full of truth. I can only say thank you my friend for this message. Thank you for supporting artist on Deviantart. Thank you for the form and beauty of this poem.


The gift of life is so precious. One man's life becomes a seed with unlimited potential to bear fruit. It is only when we die of our facade and humble ourselves we can sing and enjoy this life. The surreal becomes reality.

You crafted the image, let the weird syllables
Carve an inverted waterfall to flow the crepuscular ridge;
You dammed the spinal flow and conjured monstrosities,
wrapped with tinsel and sparkles and bows to haunt you
In the stagnancy of ignorant stars.

I cannot but think about my friend who became paralyzed after a motorcycle accident. He was only 19 and a great athlete at that. He suffered a lot about the purpose of existing if he could not even move. Later this humility made him a great man and teacher. This is the paradox of life. You caught it in this poem.