Category Archives: the art and the artist

I am in a constant battle with life
Stronger a thousand times more
With Big muscles, gallantly handsome, tall and fearless.

Here i am, with my face to the ground,
Eating the dust of my mother
Her ashes on my face
Blood on my hands
Countless scars across my body like a map that shows the routes to all the wars I have fought.

A thousand battles have i fought but not one have i won against it.
Who knows if i win by defeat!
Or Maybe I’m just brutally too stubborn to quit.

Does my boldness not scare this god called life?
Do I not frighten my mother who bore me and yet waged this war against me?
She must have known i never give up
That I only win by default.

No matter what, i rise like the Phoenix king
My ashes rising above in the sky and I will say, here i am again, let us go to war…
Until this god called life will beg me for this madness to stop.
I win a life long victory.

Belle🦋

Blue butterfly 🦋