They call themself humans

I know a strange creature Living on a far planet They need 18 orbits of the asteroid Around the star to get mature Yet after all these long periods Of nursing and learning and study Most of them they can't be like What they call themselves: humans!

I’m optimistic, still future seems grey

I tried go on a straight route all my life Never turning right or left, always in the middle On my way at end appears to be a beautiful scene But one side is dark another side is bright I'm optimistic but I wonder both are grey August 29, is my birthday. Thank you all …

Poetry is Painting, Painting is Poetry

Poetry is paintingWith the words To transfer a messageYou keep in mind To express emotionsYou hold deep in heart Painting is poetryWithout the words To transfer a messageCan't be told by words To express emotionsYou don't even know The extreme joy is whenYou combine the two

I didn’t do much blogging recently because I was busy painting

I didn't post to my blog as much as I did before because I was busy on another source of joy recently. Here are some of them.

Sacrificing the present to go to the triumphant future

One sought all his lifeFor his goals and dreams He found most but not allStill he was know as a success But he personally felt sadDeep in his heart a regret For all things he sacrificedTo be where he had desired

Journal, Thursday, August 1, 2019

Life is all about selecting between options. Everyone needs to select between options in his life and every single decision affects the path that person goes and the final destination he reaches in life. Sometimes we are not happy with our status quo, so the first thing comes to mind is that, what did I …