Challenge Accepted

*This is a collaboration I did with a nameless man. These were his words

[ I've written a poem, that is utterly derogatory to Social networking, and for the sake of creating a dynamic poetry experience; I want someone to write a counter poem following the same patterns, and preferably at least rhyme a quarter out of each Iamb (2-3/10)] 

Link: http://phoenixario.deviantart.com/
* His poem is below, whereas mine is under the line*

White and Black Light 
All the colors refracted in between
What is this but our daily demise 
Do we stay and fight or fly as an eagle in flight?

Given the daily human being, 
Constance only measured in regards to ambivalence, ambiguity;
What are we?

Look and sign, sigh, 
Do you see?

We are at War!

White Light and Black Light interweaving itself through our brains
Like cocaine speeds the synapses in our brains so do we yet
Decide to continue in our path, drama, social networking, I HATE YOU.
But I love you. Why? Make a typo realize it's an insult. It's just a game

Anonymity in a virtual world like an old 50's reporter garners no privacy - 
Idiocy in that thinking of virtual idiosyncracys, I can be nothing
But you, are, EVERYTHING. 

Bridging a gap so large it spans the unholy depths of the human mind,
Each chasm another reminder of how fractured our advances have become

Saving technology, losing our minds, when does it stop?

Turning to another person in reality means a wave of supernatural electrical surges,
Neurons firing so fast the adrenaline pumping through each keystroke 
Is not enough to keep our sanity. 
Entire language worlds filled with naught more but mere incoherence,

Words influenced by a societal need to fit in, personal self left undone, uncared for, grieving
Hate mail. Like comment! Social drama. More friends! Infighting.
Why does it make us stupid? Freedom of voice? There is no choice.

Two people, two lives, two seperate things; but as soon as they give up their innocence,
Forever regardless of outcome, age or rights, they are together, in that timeless space of nonsense.

It is a war of words, waged with technology, lost by all its participants. 

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Colorful world, Your hues shine bright
You're separated to fit beneath 
A life of nothing, and unannounced tragedies
Do we stay at home and wait in silence, or do we create a new light 

We mix to form ourselves 
Unaware that in silent forming:
We only create another monster 
Another being overwhelmed by a new shade of life 

Watch as I rotate, around, to fit 
Your stereotype 
Do I blend well 

We are with dilemmas
That not even compromise can fix!

Black and white verses color 
Only confusing itself evermore into our thoughts and memory 
Like a rush of enthusiasm, yet still we can't make our stolen point of view
Only then to we decide to carry on with our colorful lives, or do we add a black for social drama
I fucking hate that color 
It reminds me of death and with that comes a debate between life and sanity
But, I need you and your inspiration. 
Why?
You make my mistakes beautiful 
And that my dear is the game I chose to chance 
 
Abstinence is like refusing to face the reality that you want to be sexual with that person 
But when the world calls you a mistake, you hide yourself away 
So anonymous in the painting of our gruesome world, you prove ignorant 
Of your place 
Mistakes can be made, I can be nothing
But that means you, are, EVERYTHING. 

Leaving such an empty space, it leaves room for wonder
Each confusion a tell-tale of how our mind doesn't see reality for what it may become 

Saving the moment, keeping the blank for that moment of question, what will that get me?

Removing my own reality and substituting yours only creates another dynamic dimension
That time and that space cannot mend 
And that is not enough to prove my equality 
So by each stroke of the brush 
I will create my own color, for the sake of you

But your color is wrong, and so I chose from your color,
To blend with that one and make one so perfect that even I am afraid of
Because I have that freedom of choice, I am afraid that I'll create another color to influence ones white in my black world 
Does that make me cowardice  

Two things, one mix, two separate 
blends; but as soon as I mix my color to fit your mend,
I create life, death, and the pursuit of happiness 

It's is a war of the reality, moved by the brush of technology, lost in a world of color

It is a war of words, waged with technology, lost by all its participants.