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Here is mine...

The Make Up

Face masked in colours
Of beauty, while ugliness
Is buried like dirts!

I've played God over this e- earth
Peeping thoughts through my Nokia screen -
With plenty smiles erupting from my heart;
Yet I refused to let my muse be seen,

I'm known for milling about each world of words
Doing what I do best, speaking mute and the 'language of silence'!
Just like a shy lord
Lurking around in shades of pretense

Alas, I've found my lost kins here
And my muse is unshelling
Though, I must admit, we aren't rare
We're just waiting on the wordsmith to come calling

timpaker: [b]THE BYSTANDER

On one daring day, when the bruising sun was yet to set
And unfold the opportunities of an anticipated and hopeful day.
A bystander sprouted out from her shell into the dew
Hardly aware of the blindfolds of reality
She set off; ready to feed her eyes what it loves the most, doom!
She is a racy schadenfreude.

Across the street, a mishap called her name
The voice she heeded with race of flashes
To the scene, straining to snap a view for her sight
Alas! She saw the fuss of commotion, and was marveled
She bragged to herself ‘’I’m always on time’’…


A metallic beast had kissed a monstrous millipede
Conveying explosive water, but had unturned and wet the soil.
People were engulfed in steams of smoke
Singing the song of pain and perturbing panic.
The sing-song travelled to her like the gong of a town-crier
The echo drew the bystander closer as she gasped in awe
Her frenzied soul almost ran amok in unpleasant excitement
Her eyes were fixed on her flutter, while ignoring the wet floor she toed.
Just then, a vestige of spark was wafted and veered towards her
In seconds of second, she too was swimming in stream of flame
She whirled out for help but echo ricocheted in steel of void
To abyssal coma,

As the day set, the sun smiled as she was bathed to ashes
Then other onlookers after observing the osmosis quickly grabbed her remains
And blew it to the waiting wind
The Man above the earth sniffed it and frowned
‘’Another wasted soul loitering in damnation’’, He muttered.
Then He cried rain down to cleanse others
But as it showers, they stood back gracing the sight
That holds their eyes- the bystander![/b]

Very sad... See wetin Amebo cause her. I hope she minds her business in her next life.

Thanks timpaker for the share. I enjoyed reading it ...... Heheheheh "metallic beast ...monstrous millipede" I saw what u did there.