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BARREN TEMPO : A Song With No Tune —Pawners Paper

Barren tempo, a poem that emphasized on privacy and silence ought to be honoured by human beings to his mate

Dead man


Just when the dead walk by naked,
Crying, with no soul to embrace their pains
And soothe them of their wanders.
For who knows of what they lost and what they sought?
When the tied ropes sings with a lost voice
To the soul lost amidst the wind storm of absurdity

Who had cried, sought, fought but had none to reach out
Silence, at least he beget strange rhythms to journey him beyond.
When the brushes mates with the colors, in embrace
Trying to satisfy the haunted mind of the  artist,
Who finds solace not at the coos and flapping wings of the birds when the morn appears
Or gladdens at the breathing twinkles of the stars at night,
But treasure the drama when the beast roars and gladdens at the sight of blood dripping
From the prey's leftovers, for there he draws his muse and his dark world
When the joker dresses in his costume with paints on his bruised face
Wait! Have a seat! And watch him bring dreams of laughter into the realities of those faces
Sit! And watch his lips go sideways to send those birds of sadness flying
Silence, when the shows end and the paint wear off
For demons lie on those scarred faces craving to be set free
When she stutters and conceal her wrath
Stay put, and stay back, just for more than a little while
Those eyes are gorgeous, radiant but the mind is bruised
Silence, for in the night, her step dad would come asking of more of her
And tomorrow She'll have to bandage her spirit once again like the past days
Silence, just a tear shed from those eyes but with pool of 'em inside
When he drinks and staggers on his way home
And call him no coward for there are tons of ways warriors cry
When she held those pictures of his close to her chest
Wishing all was a dream, all but a bad dream
For the writer also, is as weak as the darkness caught in the glimpse of a light
Broken, shattered, and cremated
But phoenix rises from ashes, doesn't she?
Silence; silence, silence and please, silence
Just like a barren tempo, please be!

Written by: Adedeji Raphael

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Pawners Paper: BARREN TEMPO : A Song With No Tune —Pawners Paper
BARREN TEMPO : A Song With No Tune —Pawners Paper
Barren tempo, a poem that emphasized on privacy and silence ought to be honoured by human beings to his mate
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