Kayode Are

Heaven splays its hues and tones
We streak into a mist unknown
Hearts pounding with spirit askew
Stiff! The metal bird slicing through the clouds
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Many seek with greed
A worthy cause to bleed
Rooting for personal hoard
Plunder! in the name of God
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My mother's litter
Had a dozen and one
But did I know I had no brother
Until adversity drained my bone
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The irate wear the garb of thunder
Raging and raving in turbulent anger
I don't grovel I don't grumble
Calmness strains against foible
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From the mobile set, words flow in a torrent
As the voice on the line teases and stirs a current
I want, I want, it seems to plead, in a seductive tone
Tossing pleasant traces of ecstasy across the phone
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Tomorrow has to pay
For the pain I feel today
Reeling from the torment of yesterday
A place where duplicity pays
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You can reach beyond yourself
If you keep on dreaming
You cannot scale the lowest mound
If you dare stop climbing
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Have been there a few times with fright
Over the Himalaya of myth and self-doubt
Flying stridently but with no goal in sight
Above the deserts, oceans and mounds
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A promising lad falls
Just like a football player
Crippled by a vicious attack
Fair or foul the game goes on
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Why stare at the sky
in expectation
Why bray and fray
in frustration
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She rolled heads with her eyes
Pulsating a dreamy look that promises more
Her pupils were almond but her thoughts diamond
Narrow until dilated by the world she eyes
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A reflection of the self
as it wanders, illuminates a shelf
in which we cram the emotions we feel
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As the music rolls by
Its message seeps in
With its sonorous lullaby
It creates joy within
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Murmurs fuel the mind
Nuggets of wit rare to find
No harness could check
Nor restrain it sensitive trek
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to music we gyrate
as its euphony elate
electric vibes wails
thralls giddiness to sail
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Feel pain see no gain
Mountain of ills brew disdain
Wall fell and blocked pathway
Shards of concrete and clay
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Home is not where my heart is
Trawler of highways and motels
Fishing the spark of an amorous smile
Straddling waves to catch echoes of love
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Drenched by the rain as they train
Rains no drain on the strain
Muscles ripple wit in pain for vigor
Guarding sovereignty with ardor
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Many rainbows have I seen
None I sought on my own
They seem to cross path
With my soul on its raft
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