Portrait Of My Mind

 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)