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LIFE AS IT IS -TUNDE OLUTADE Pen Name : TUNSKOR TALES Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com
A DEEP WOUND
In the dark age of the great saga There was fear on every side No one knows who is next to die Man, beast, birds, fish and the colonies The doors of their hearts was shut without To sing the song of pain and rejection To condemnation Even those who were quintessential in value By custom they say The motive was to confront the unfairly instances Militating against the forces burning up the current as predators By the principle of purification of the entire land Daughters of patrons smother my grief with love To gain a mischievous access to the wonting minds To reconcile the impression that tangle with universal fantasy That revolves slightly on judgment To sustain a more flexible reputation of the empire And the crown gestured to the forces To undertake a strict and conscious threat as they advanced In no mans land The sight was gruesome And the posterity was covered with tiresome Tradition of the royal hue After three decades of despotism Who can see the harvest of my tears drop From the revenge of a brutal murder While I sat in the inner caucus of my living chamber Under the counsel of my heart and soul Exploiting the past yet vain was the trail As I haul the train of so many thoughts After we’d finally cracked it A solitary walk I often embark on ‘Cause of strange things that engulf the minds of many In irresistible past time The news was spread by a flying eagle And the genesis of it was captured by undying eyes When tears of hatred flooded through The entire land of the hearts of barbarians Everyday I heard them say Is full of survival Survival which was under every man’s tongue Every beats of the heart could be heard As fear was knocking at the door of their failing hearts And the impact was felt on the mountain ‘Cause of chaos from the rumbling and crumbling In the borderline A secret treason was made while a bird was in chains In all dark and silent night From the chamber I peered when the candle was missing I wore the night like a garment As crimson of virgins and young blood flows All overflowed with great succession Like a broken dam to appease the gods in the sacred mountain My afflicted and touched heart was heavy And my mind whirl round with dismal At the heat of clamour The incessant and expelled flood of tears Wouldn’t go amiss As plague and famine and scourges Descended with great terror From the eyes scary fires
-TUNDE OLUTADE Pen Name : TUNSKOR TALES Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com
WHAT I SEE From my immaculate heart In my inner chamber -TUNDE OLUTADE Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com Email:tunskor2010@yahoo.com Tel: +2348138190884
MY MAN… MY HERO
I never knew a man Who is stoic, strong and sensitive A man who could change my world Till you ventured into my world As a friend and brother Who left his rightful position To search and explore my little island For love you came Have heard of my nakedness And seen my secret place You never forsake me Despite my wayward life Or my urge for you to take your leave When I am lonely as one in the entire world When I need someone matured Someone who will always be there for me When my so called boyfriend believed I’m fagged out When I’m almost passes out When my mind refuse to give A glimpse of light As I laughed to conceal The mutiny within While the heart was shedding tears And the spectacle was popping out Like an angel You touched my heart with your presence As of the quicksand With your brooding eyes blushing As of the slow burning jet Pierced my heart As it burns with onslaught to wipe out Anything that comes across it way Though its firm grip held my love captive With your voice so bold and strong That the earth and the seas trembled As its sound Ready to rip my heart apart Ready to break my defenses Whenever I go out of hand As a woman who would not always See right You always proof yourself To be strong yet gentle Like a god From the world unknown With all it takes to be a man Amongst so great a multitude Your ways can no woman predict As you concealed it In the innermost part of what you carried Within The feel of your hand on me Is like electric current Passing through my body to the heart And being transferred to the soul Sending my mind to another world Where I begin to think of you As the door of my heart was opened To reveal our past drama In the limelight That would always be cherished and appreciated By me ’cause right there You dwell as a graven image Whispering into my ears from the heart Though we something in common ‘Cause we’re soul mates And each day in my heart As the oracle reveal our past drama That would always be cherish for a keep sake As long as I am in your world My heart is for you My Man, My Hero
-TUNDE OLUTADE Pen Name : TUNSKOR TALES Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com
THE CONFESSION OF A SHARTTERED HEART Where is love One and only in my heart-my life Who came when I’m in pains of a sorrowful heart When there is no one to wipe away my fears In a solitary place till I’m fagged out Console me When life means nothing to me Who is always there as a person I can lay my burdens on Whom I think I can depend on A man men admire All women’s desire That my mates envied me As I became the centre of attraction Overnight you broke my heart My heart so precious and undefiled You broke into tiny fragments and In the presence of little minds May be I refuse to see whom you are May be your so called love I’ve allowed to blindfold me From seeing your true self May be fate is just taking its toll on me You said she is a fool for loving me At the first sight of event Despite the approach to have come my way Yet love I cherish For all I care Now treated like a piece of trash After you murdered my harmless affection And ended the liberty Despite my family denial of me And what is rightfully mine My heart bleeds with tears as of blood Dropping in form of downpour My countenance failed me In the cheerful and fair place of the elites What if I die for love I’ve lived for And so much cherish Will you be there to pay your last respect Or being wicked to have stayed away/back While I’m waiting to see your tears Flowing from the depth of your heart Like a broken vessel As a sign of grief from the bowel To have caused me so much Pain and sorrow Till I break free from the land of the living Without anyone to say goodbye My precious love As I take my first step into the light I tell you this In this gracious day and hour of mine Life may seem or taste good to you yet Shattered heart cries on -TUNDE OLUTADE
MY ANGEL I see you daily as I behold the new day Imaging how I melt before your presence As my love grows daily without A note of music to accompany my heart With the gift prepared by understanding of Movement in this new era where we two Can always be as one without the prying eyes Robbing their nose into the relationship I’m trying To build for us as it were gardens of bliss You may not know me yet I feel your presence Everywhere I am despite being far from me and I tried to imagine how perfect our union may be If only you give me a chance to enter your precious heart Believe me sweet girl you have nothing to worry about Or to regret of as I would always be there waiting For your open arms with smile till my joy is full. -TUNDE OLUTADE
If I Could Ever Have My Time All Over Again - The Fighting Ghost - The morning after
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| MY ANGEL - MY LOVE - MY QUEEN - MY FAIR ONE more than rubies you are and from your bowel flows the brigtness of life to your delicate heart to your smile to add beauty to your comely countenance have you ever considered how the golden strings was fitted to your crown to beautify and shade you from the vicious ball of fire above how you're knitted together how your blue flames glitters before the limelight like clusters of diamonds how your body obey every touch i know where your tenderness is where your secret place is where your love is resting you told me not to worry that you will always be there that your warmth will always get rid of my cold now you fold waiting for me cause i'm bold while the piercing bloodshot of my spectacle ignite to bring forth a slow movement of majectic burning fire from within to crawl and explore the magnificent frame that cause the passerby to whistle along even the maidens and a damsel can't but envy the works of nature that is beyond immagination that rest in you i remember vividly in the time past when i was trained to be strong and gentle in class you taught me how to be a player most of the time you walk in school i break and the earth quake now graduated to be you master making your dreams come true has ever been my vision and whatever i do,i take caution with passion 'cause i'm intoxicated with love which keep my heart pumping and her head keep on swinging all that make me working hard to keep the flame burning 'cause i've been busy all day as a bee to bring you joy,security and a life worth living to lift your heart high as a queen with great authority give me your heart my love that which is priceless countless men came but failed kings,princes,mighty men of wealth and mighty men of valour those that are the most noble in the society till i came as a lion from the comely night with the inner heart of a lamb towards your fragile heart oh angel from venus spread your wings of grace over my hungry heart for your love and let it extend towards my thirsty soul 'cause i'm dying inside without you take my love my fair one the flower that spring up by the river of the gods where no man tred and come back alive even the land of those who wear the vesture of the sun by day and of the moon by night now sitted with the voice of many nightingale singing from the depth of your heart my queen whose eyes the beauty of love and of life and happiness beyond measuse can be traced down to her virtuous deeds from youth like curtain over the window it spread throughout the province day and night you spread your wings your heart towards the unpriviledged while your crown remain in the chamberlain till end when you shall take it up again on your way to eternity the begining of a new life beyond when you become an icon of worship in the heart of many alive though our lifetime is short as long as we live i know my world is lost without you 'cause i cannot do without you my angel, my love, my queen, my fair one -TUNDE OLUTADE Pen Name : TUNSKOR TALES Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com SAL THE HUNTER By seven and in branches The fleet by strong standard As wanderers was geared towards uncertainty With honourable constitution Before the besieged city In distress spoilers was hostile to A strange and weak stalk The crutch of the tyrannous Ventured into the territory Every loins of the oppressed Was served with cruel masters The dreaded ground they stood Its either they pay or settle the price With their own blood The talents of the witches Was stripped and naked Tom achieve more With excellent report As dedication of the temple Was thriving for consistent recognition With those who were responsible for uneven waves of communication I’ll find my way out spreading it out from within To broaden her target Which indicate some advantages over the lords In the empire Mystery and misery aided some streams of believes As events proved unfairly To the generally assumed justification of the crown Attached to the tribes of Vikings and their custom Yet misunderstood through campaign of power Signs appeared casual and The impression given was countless Nevertheless the possibility of founder of the skull Attached with political heritage were baseless The wanderers are homeless and without hope The beginning of lost forever
-TUNDE OLUTADE Pen Name : TUNSKOR TALES Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com SWEAT AND BLOOD The fearless and heartless Peering bloodshot eyes of deep holes Was founded in the midst of ice and cold marbles Alone the skull stood with bow and arrow Hunting and being hunted for decades By charges and by oats it took the entire empire in hostage Looking at the entire empire The master of ancient literature and philosophical sayings Who were descendants of Roman associates Victim of circumstances Influenced by lips of promises Yet deceived and enslaved by commandment From the royal blood In torments they ate the bread of pain And were drunk with wine of sorrow Through outstanding measure Upon every strands of their sinews As they cried out for mercy The good man at the tomb was once a pleasant soul Despised and forsaken Condemned to be slain in the grave Despite his choice of loyalty and of innocency Without mercy and in vain his voice as scream was heard Till darkness swallow up the youth whole and large in fury Inspite of protestation The hopeless surrendered is soul in heaviness of heart Now his coming back for vengeance Is but with troops as calamity And with calamity he kissed them in cold blood Casting himself upon both small and great As the drum of war continue to dance The storm in the mind of the feebles cease not To be in the heart of hearts As they were cut into pieces and Served in platters All eyes were open to behold their misery And the rising ears stood out but still Without in the face of desperation Strong men loose their strength At the sight of terrible creatures The weak cried out from the heart With one voice they cried Saying how long shall we melt as of prey Before the eater While beholding their calamity and chaos In a moment Trees were falling and its fruits and Leaves there of were cast down With untimely demise Tears of hatred was felt in the air The hot and cold eyes rested on the eagles Gliding in the sky Without warning of the finished The earliest natural believes the temple treatise
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i sat in the sovereighne throne of my heart peering at the oracle imbedded in me waiting to see the light flooded to flurish in me cos im intoxicated with the beauty beyound imagination as i marvel to see you are a frame of work the perfect work given to all by man with eagles eyes -TUNDE OLUTADE Pen Name : TUNSKOR TALES Copyright © 2005 by TUNDE OLUTADE. All rights reserved. Website: http://www.debigbrain.4t.com
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