Enemy In The Mirror
He sat down and tried to analyse his status in retrospect.
One thought giggled through his brains and found no reason to act.
He thought of the gossip behind his prance and concluded for a further check.
His colossal heart now wondering of this hefty hitch.
He always frighted about the move of his fellows
. An undoubted prig and with no act of altruism.
Then came a juncture in which his admirations could be reached.
He dazzled around the province and unravelled his sudden call to honour.
The wise men considered his call to be a fiasco.
His outrageous pose before the dialogue said it all.
He reached the premises and with no act of fluster, he encroached the hall.
The delegation asked matters of human-spaced interest and his response was negative because he had no passionate appeal for humanity.
He retrogressed gradually and stigmatized cos he was a foe to their progress.
An altruist confronted him and said ' You're the enemy in the mirror because you seek your own downfall '
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Above Our Plights
The drums sounded
Our hearts banged
After numerous palpitations
Our forecast rose in elations
Amiably, not to hold captive
But to surrender
The guilts of our slumber
Traits troded & songs sang
And unfinished tactics
That derailed in a bang
Missions neglected with fright
Steered not within our might
'Cause of the lapses in our fight
Had blinded our eyes with blight
Yet we held on to foresight
We peeped to the epoch of the past
As the noxious trend rendered a must
Our bows & arrows laid in contact
Screamed frantically for impact
The claws & shields were to axe
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The Black Plunges Of Then
When I least expected
Our paths crossed each other
We met and conquered boredom
It wasn't our plea nor our foresight
It began with incoherent talks
Conversations that stood akimbo as always
I whispered uncompromisingly that posterity assumes the seer of our mission's breath
And gradually breach our thoughts with longing continuity
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One More Day
This has become a vacuum;
A vacuum that I yearn to be occupied
This has become our crane;
A crane which dangles out and about the refuge of thoughts of suffered dissidents
This has become the daymares that run after my shadows
If my mights are prolonged, my plights decreased
I guess my pleas would ever be for freedom
The tongue of my speech has been alienated from my uttering cord
This has become the bleak spectrum I have lived by;
Not a choice but what I ought to settle for
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Our Journey Of Art Curiousity
Forms, the sphinxes that seem to be obvious but misunderstood by the onlookers
In prehistory, they weren't and surely not today
Elements compositioned
Principles observed
Shhh! ! ! Art we admired
In chronology, the pigments receded, attracted, united, fought, persuaded & even symbolized
Before realised, hue had taken the dynamism & significance of colour and the trajectory between the wet & dry media had become the techniques well-practised & mastered by phenomenal artists of the days of old and now
It was then that it became bare that tempera & gouache assumed subordinate binders
Dots turned to be the only pointillistic vehicle that could draw from distant gaps the trades and rage of the markets scenes depicted by great-inventory artists whose preliminary findings never differed with the actual works
The byzantine, the grotto's, the classical re-awakening, the fore-runners; Cimabue & Giotto
Men whose signatures stood distinctive but were first among equals
Archaic, Classical & Hellenistic eras; Paleolithic, Mesolithic & Neolithic
Then, the PMN acronym stood astute
The cave paintings, the hieroglyphics & the modern-day alphabets
The Kuora's and the naked discus thrower; just under the tutelage of Alexander the 'great'
Bays and straits of Thessalonikka, Corinth, Mycene
The almost faultless works of Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Mattise, Braques and the many unsang heroes whose idealogies we've kept till now
The curiosity separates forth the symmetric and assymmetric balances
The colour theory that almost always proofed that red is adjacent to green on the wheel
And the final result of almost all or all the colours is black
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