Portrait Of My Mind
After a long gaze into my eyes she said
“who may know what is on your mind... ”
So I hewd my lines from the crust of thoughts
For I did wish to unfold the gate to its horizon
Perhaps a lead and a guide to its windows
If you may see a piece of my intentions.
If you may see the portrait of my mind
And the reflecting mirror of a many world
If you may see the infinite pages of words
If you may see the battles of fierce armies
The fearful rivalry of contending horrors
And the careful feud of defending honors.
Peep and see behind the curtains of my mind
Perhaps you may see the unrest of filth and guilt
The pollutions that longs for my vulnerability
The dusty and the rusty wares lying unkempt
The invaluable instruments that lies waiting
The formidable forces of my quiet soul.
In my mind is a prodigious hall of conflict
A still quite ocean that echoes its own drops
A noisy market of untoward universe
Where many stars flung around in amazements
A world of astounding mysteries and puzzles
Where the drums of conscience thuds aloud.
In my mind is the groanings of valiant warrior
The restlessness of a war-ridden fighter
A place where no one knows, but he who knows
A place where I forgot my very own existence
Lost in infinite imaginations and possibilities
A world of hostility, litigation and cares.
A garden of love mar with the stones of hate
A transiting walls of awful and awesome themes
A world not so perfect but rooted in pure volition
If only I could indite the volume of unspoken words
If only I could invite you to the court of many choice
Perhaps I will paint perfectly the imperfect pictures.
Yes its a place of wealth and a trove of treasures
A room of arts, beauty and expressions
A field of choice vine preyed by social foxes
An assembly that sway betwixt right and wrongs
In my mind are tools that build the script of today
The quarry that forges the edifice of tomorrow.
Omotayo (Tpoet)
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