THE TALES OF UNTOLD TALES: Judaisky Cares

THE TALES OF UNTOLD TALES

Sailing with the windy wind
And blown by its rusty dander.
Away! I am taken to where
Light dims and darkness
Thunders its lightning.
Everything in fluster potter-
The death of life is herald.

My mouth is full of tales-
But where do I start from?
Nothing agrees to normalcy-
Just like souls without bodies
And men waking with head
In ILÉ IFÈ; My silence is noisy.

In the hostness of the sun-
It emanates a cool misty shower
And rain vomits fervor swelter.
Mirage stands a mirrow through
Which I see the pending morrow-
Its grace is laced with twigs of foggy optics where things
Are blur like a broken mirrow.

My fluid flows freely
But nothing is the product thereof.
My tales sound fake a tale
And no one will give an ear
Or buy the tidings.
And so I burry them
Under the carpet of earth
And mouth sealed till they
Pant to hear my untold tales.
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I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen

JUDAISKY CARES

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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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