Pyrite

Djinn’s are great models of irony.
They’re serving it without errancy.

They are sought for what they can offer.
Blind to lessons their stories proffer.

Everybody wants to rub that lamp.
They imagine up; to lord from tramp.

Seekers approach genies circumspect.
Whilst fortune hunters are checked & wrecked.

For, you think you’re due milk & honey?…
Wished for coin; then, buried by money.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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