What About Life
Man is such a prisoner even when left alone to converse with his mind and heart. He claims to aspire for cordiality only to live up his distinctive contradictions. He goes through daily crusades with foreigners from himself who have conjoined principles as his. He prays for welfare in his temple believing that all other worshipers are Antichrist. He is already bleeding out his flaws but he is still holding his high landing stand.
Did man ever think of rebuilding a world of sincerity? Today sincerity is outlandish and all devoted honest beings are platonic utopians. Rarity or not, man's liquefied state of emotions is a daily basis. Any solidification for such emotions may bring early classification and eventually social termination. Yeah, what about life?!
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CNQT
Poetry is a form of passionate expression kindled by an impression unbound by public conviction. I write mainly from two genres : impressionism and symbolism. Choose me or leave me, I'm not a backup plan and definitely not a second choice! Not everyone likes me but then again not everyone matters. What matters is peace and the feeling of being content. Every person is a book, this is just the place to share some pages from my book. Peace!
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