TIRED OF EVERYTHING -ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS

Stretches of utterances in wailing smiles

Eclipse of lines from pleasant places

It’s as if the world is no longer with us

And heaven is now our village of imagination

Matador and skeleton are relics of wavelength.

As if I should embrace racing wind of the death

But death is the altitude of our unseen shadows

Those with heads lack the gift of honorary crown

Blended serrated wings are product of standing wall

Heats of end attacked our rising hope in morning sun.

Rushing mighty wind naked windows of the night

But we hardly capture the reign of comforting breeze

We are sprouting-mortals at the table of the mortal-gods

Surviving strength of many in underground of secret places

Legal occupants of skyscrapers are messengers of the ghettoes.

Echoes of failure and celebrated success intersect at equilibrium

We know darkness for confusion in street of rising thought

But elders of light ran across the shade of conscience

Shift of operation as day wears the garment of night

Bloody-palm to carve the theft of thought in miles.

Tired of stony-order that passes through questioning-break

Tired of dominating-ego at the collar of tamed-accomplishment

Tired of parent triumphing the burial ceremony of their womb

Tired of eagle that abandons its wings in terrace of leap-fears

Tired of rusted-consciousness in blade of gushing-tears of grave.

Incision at heart for the joy to come

Imagination and dreams are forerunners of reality

Those who can laugh should laughed in the midst of dolefulness

For in the name of the seen will the unseen be forgotten

Give me a new world and I will give you a new hope.

     WORLD BARNABAS