Untold Unfold by World Barnabas

By JonoDry

Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. 
Oɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ! 
~Jodekss Gloatkenf

There are some indelible scars
that are dutiful than umbilicus
to relate the unplanned lyrics
in the drowning of momentary tides
that scripted unrest in forlorn flows.

Choices that were made for us
our color and continent
the rhythm of our synopsis
that was written in mythical parables
where a character is also a broken line.

What is DESTINY?

A paint on the wall, water under bridge
for artistic demonstration of purpose
we're both marble and sculptor
converting sweat and tears
to oil-flow in the lantern of existence.

The promises of peace above
made the dove below go blind
through wiring of wombs and night
for cobweb is strong enough
to tie future with shadows of past.

Sometimes, we're legends of wings
flying above underworld of fear
where paraffin are drafted in shroud
as mirror for the missing heads
and those in barter to three-legged birds.

A world is descending into a garment
a slave was once a Prince
bringing sheaves of comets
to clash with the days we were born
and new moon to anthem of fading stars.

In those monochromes of reality
buy the best out of moments
to seal salvation of second coming
of missing goods and route
through haunted stores of red-rebel.

© WORLD BARNABAS

14th September, 2019

04:03 am