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Writer's pictureJoel Wordsmith

What if an artist forgets to paint?


What if

What if an artist forgets to paint...

What if

A visionary's eyes begin to faint...

What if

The beauteous begin to fade...

What if

The window of life begins to cascade...



What if

My heart doesn't respond to my mind...

What if

The Most High hadn't been so kind...


What if

My voice starts to cease...

What if

My ease transcends to unease...



What if

My spirit begins to fade out...

What if

There was no clarity succeeding doubt...


What if

Your swimmer-soul's eternally negative buoyant...

What if

Your charm is anything but flamboyant...


What if

There's oblivion after Goodbye...

What if

There's no constancy of purpose after you die...


But there is.

Why do

The misfits relish being logically defiant...

Why do

We deem security the end all...

Why are

We so scared no one will break our fall...

Why are

We regarding a fraudulent Roman document as the ultimate righteousness call...



Who will truly love

The real man inside...

What if they know there's more pain

That you concealingly hide...


The truth?

The Almighty is the Only One in whom you can confide.

The Most High is beyond time. The source of the ultimate origin, bound in timelessness. What material shall be immortalized? What's the flight that wouldn't be neutralized? The highest highs are beneath him. Your lowest lows are in his control.


To the believer in the Most High, there's hope.

A hope that never fails. Truly immortality and resurgence on repeat. We die every night to live another day, but the constancy of the gift of life is met with a fading out truth of death. Beyond which, the ultimate light, the Source, the Creator lies, for those who eagerly obey Him.



You may just get what you ask for. True life, beyond the here and now.

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