Photo Boys

We snapped memories into photobook Watching the edges of songful hedges Draw a hopeful singlet of grace of Testimonies conquered in neglected verses. We played from the check of honoured Dimples crossing routes of perfections. Here are tunes playing from the photoshop Of our hearts designing graphics cards Filled with affections &bubbles of love. Portrait of tomorrow carved an amazing hours in the street decorated with colours. these are colours depicting greatness freshness &braveness of the voiceful heart Kitchened through the celestial laughter Of a slighting mother to her joyfulness. We are similar, singular and opposite, We are plural of everything humanity, Sweetness of every singing lyrics & verses. Let's this fondleness remain captivating boys. Sweet. Bitter. Acidic. Sour. Raw. Reflection of the World Series of smiles Printing names on carved pumpkins leafs Boys carrying themselves in their shadows Carrying themselves in memories of their Parents' pastoral culture and languages. Boys spinning into crispy treats of white dreams written on the stream of the skies. We are fascinated about the rare cloud journeying towards the stars of our souls Harbouring our names in a bag of colours Imagination are doubtful unperturbed pictures Painted in the innocent face of boys of tomorrow After the sun bent the tremour of our rushes The rain came like a troubadour warrior Between veteran lips of boys who went &never returned memories of their family portraits. We are boys carrying our family's loss We are boys carrying our Father's legacy Bearing the pursuit of our fathers yesterday Look into our eyes & see our imaginations those imaginations created by our ancestral ancestors for tomorrow to hold our peace. We may not know that these sands are made of ridges of boys like us who went carrying Pictures of dreams that we could not retrieve. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration