Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Friday, April 20, 2012
POETRY DECODED
It's conscience stripped naked
Bare truth under spotlight
Hatred unmasked
Love demystifyed
Hypocricy decoded.
It's politics
Painted in black and white
Economics in layman's tone
History in today's context
Yet jargon to the un-open minded.
It's dialogue
Between a liberated heart
And an enslaved universe
Yet a monologue
Only audible in a scribble
Of an honest quill.
It's you, me, us
All in a progressive discourse
It's life, death
Yet immortality
Beyond the pen's handler.
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