Nonchalant

A poem about emotional freedom.

Nonchalant

by DC

How can I stay nonchalant on this barren times?

When the world equates scoundrels and belittle love,

When violence results beginning of unnecessary martyrdom.

Of monsters we seek justice in the days of absurdity.

If grooves blossom unearthed tress of relentless wishing,

Why do we seek patronage on discombobulated systems.

Do we seek prosperity in this needing times,

Or are we an irony of this blessed world we live in.

We choose to be angry, violent, and radical on changing,

Yet we never understood the way of passion in the hearts of love.

We belittle music, arts, poetry, and consider science and reason to be everything,

Yet we never dwell upon natural spirits and express real nudity.

I believe that the present crossroads are reality.

That we had already attained the love we desperately seek,

Yet we never understand how and creates logic with pure mundane thought.

We try to take it physically and put concords of denomination in it.

The concepts made never understands the logic of the superstition within,

We were never destined to show and understand,

Yet we must give and receive.

What a beauty in a life of superstition that love is!