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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Thursday, 28 February 2013

Life is strange

Life is strange, it contains much beauty, 
and in its colour dwells beasts to juxtapose.

It has music of different genres and roles, 
from the nonchalance of soul-
to the rowdiness of rock n roll.

Love that burns a phoenix flame,
some get burned and relinquish it, 
others seek its warmth and cherish it. 

Joy that takes on multiple forms,
from narcissistic demagogues that revel in anarchy,
to helpless hippies that frolic in a world of iniquity

Nature that flourishes off of itself, 
rain feeds seeds and a rainbow forms when it leaves, 
seeds sprout into trees and the ground feeds off leaves.

Religion that has bewildered man,
from the idol worshippers ridiculed by Abrahimic followers, 
to Buddhists that pay no mind to scrimmage of blasphemers.

And of earnest men;
dwells those gliding over cascading luxury
while some tumble down a dark pit of penury. 

life is strange, it's a mishmash of isms,
in which the diabolic and uptopic worlds co-exist.

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