THEORY OF BLACK BY PRINCE JOE

THEORY OF BLACK
   -For QueenB

They said blacks are ashes made from empty bodies,
I stood and burnt my tongue into figures of speech,
Which divers into metaphor and hyperbole in return,
It hurt me like wanting to escalate like a smoke.
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I sat beside a river of the gods some years ago,
From behind, I heard a noise crawling into me,
They said fire burns those who mock them at day,
But each ashes are left in emptiness of dawn.
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Tell me how to make black in a dark without black?
And how to write with  black pen without been black,
Those are theory of darkness in shapes of madness,
For no one  knows the creator of black of any kind.
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A man happily wooed a fair lady in a club at midnight,
But later discovered she was dark than darkness,
And this was how she ended her life from bleaching,
For no one knows why we were made of different.
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Tell me how many colours make up  rainbow?
But each are seasons of droplets  during rain,
Showing different Spectrum of sparkling colours,
With reflection of God's covenant with Noan.
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Listen to the crawling voices around from death,
For each shadows is but a memories of the time,
When each body shall be broken into pieces,
Of counting the dead stars into different rapture.
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Black his a god in  Goodness of  the  world,
Spraying  into  the  rivers of  loneliness  words,
When   black    becomes    the eye of earth,
In time to come, we shall witness the storm no more.

As Written by:
Adeniran Joseph
    Prince joe
    2-0-1-7
[POETRY IS LIFE]

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