The Call Of An Artist
PHILADELPHIA, PA
I don’t know why we’ve been thrown
into the depths of this cruel world
But as an artist, I am grieved by
the unsung possibilities
I have done what I could with despair
I have walked the path of hope
Until my feet bled
I have drank from the bitter veins of freedom
And cried upon the drunken heart of democracy
Where is the happiness for my pursuit
For my blood, sweat and tears
For the renderings of my suffering—
Where is the life, after this tumultuous death
For this must be the call of an artist:
To care in a world that is careless
To confront the world with the price of a breath
And dare them to face their worth!
The Warm Cup @Cashapp: $sacredverses
Every scar is but a jewel in the crown.-D'elve Je Veux III
Mr. Je Veux III
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II am a survivor. Life is no jest; it is the truest reality. The joy mirrors the depth of the pain, intertwined in a dance where you can't choose the steps. You learn to make peace with both, embracing them with reverence. This dual walk sustains you, rendering you whole despite what life may take away.
You breathe, you exhale, and in that breath, life teaches you the art of letting go. It places nothing in your hands; instead, everything rests upon your heart, waiting to be balanced. This balance is the scale that keeps you from tipping over, a testament to the equilibrium of existence.
In surviving, there lies a power, a superpower to behold. The power of steadfastness makes you unmovable, no matter the mountain that stands before you. You endure, you thrive, and in every breath, you find the strength to continue.
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