March 25, 2020 in featured, poetry

I was antagonizing this obscurity 

To obtain my destiny

It was sometimes sporadically mediocre

Unjust and preferential

And to keep myself sagarious

It had aggregated too much tears

Tore apart my sanity 

And suppressed my dignity

The point of convergence can never alter the truth

Nor deny the consequences

It is cosmological  

An enigma to reality

Unanticipatedly, it bestowed a determination

Appeared on my subconsciousness and kept on affirming

That this; that I once called, obscurity

Is now unequivocal and certain

Suzette Lyn
Everything starts with a simple thought
... then I will think how the particles work
......then I will come out with the idea how the body works

then I bring these thoughts to reality
.. I will look at my sorroundings
.. observe how the reality works
.. so I can make an article, songs, poems, quotations, drawings (vector graphics), video, animation and so on..

and I call it.. "The Art of Thinking"

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