The Art Inside of You

Bucket full of paint with a blank canvas.

As your life progresses you paint it with you passion and emotion of your colour.

Only to express your story through the canvas you have painted.

To share and to inspire through the foot prints you have left behind as you progressed in your life.

The art inside of you.


You share and pass on the story you have painted for the young.

The sprit will carry on by those who have inspired by your art,

The art inside of you will never end, even if your life comes to an end.

This is the art you have created for others to carry on.


Only to inspire, but not to impress.

This is the true form of art.

Do not fear the death, but fear that one day you will not be able to inspire one’s life.

Even if you slipped time to time, this art will only progress.


Perhaps this is the art no one will ever put the price on,

but only to observe what you have painted through the eyes which shine for you.


This is the Art inside of you.


The more you see

The more you see, the more you afraid. The more you let go, the more light you obverse through your eyes.



Everything is happening or is infront of you, but you’ve chosen to ignore what’s active, then you remain within your mind called cave.


Live Everyday

Live every day as if it’s your last, embracing each experience as if it’s your first.


Happy Ending

Happy ending story always have a long struggle in the middle.



Most of us have the wrong idea for struggle, yes it is negative at times but it is also the start of positive road called self realization.


All eyes see the world differently

All eyes see the world differently, now express and share your life learnings through eye to eye. This will shine you even more.

Poem Quotes

Language is the road map of a culture

Language is the road map of a culture. It tells you where it’s people come from and where they are going- Rita Mae Brown



Smoke is rising up from my heart.

It is now overheated.


It is a good start.

Now I get to leave it alone.


Standing on the start line.

Now I finally see things around me.


Up hill, down hill.

Left and right.


I don’t know where I will be,

but I know I won’t be here any longer.


I have to drive through things I never faced before,

I am not scared, rather excited.


Can’t stop me now.

Time is running out.


Putting some gas to myself.

It should run me for awhile.


I am good to go.

I am better off to somewhere else.


Waste of a beautiful soul

Life without meaning is a waste of a beautiful soul. Remember to inspire others with your love and struggle.

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