Predestined
Written by: MARKEZZACKUI
Photography artwork by: Linaji
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Cobwebs and dust bunnies
have no place here.....
The task at hand is commanding
as well as demanding,
my life is like that of the huge open desert,
with an oasis on the other side,
except there is no direct trail-
I must create the path….
the path of the journeyman.
Beauty isn't in the material,
but in the feeling brought on by the material,
yet,
I can't seek the same feelings,
from the same things-
life is in the newness,
the freshness. THE MOMENT
I know I can't receive the feelings from that which has already passed me by.
Continuously.......
I have to place one foot in front of the other-
I must seek it,
that which I know is there
That rhythm.
That vibe.
The Harmony.
I am forever the journeyman,
and will furnish,
live in,
and eventually clean out-
many rooms
Time in itself is change,
in this case...
growth.
To remain the same size is slow suicide,
time is the changer.
7:01 a.m. IS different
then 7:00 a.m. WAS,
yet it comes again and again,
everyday,
but not in the same way,
because of me
I mature with each passing moment,
my understanding deepens,
my comprehension expands,
I develop,
Evolve
empty-
then refill.
The process is detailed.
Infinite.
My journey will never end
MARKEZZACKUI,
Poetry
Is
me.
I am a journeyman
