That War...(part 1)

The colliding moment hum
Envelopes the lobes of mining mEYEnds,
When he spat words like a cobra's venom;
Clattering flames of FIREment, won by one.

S.O.S! PUNching punchlines on weak herds of heads.
Keenly sharpened sWORDS on the spot, spot on!
Resolute, resilient,
War! Words!

BRUTAL truth, dogged flute,
Spinning heads; stamping feet;
Kissing palms; tapping figs of hands
In the wide wild Wilderness of Truth.

Neither served hot or cold.
For the love of Euphemism's hate,
Solely mending and clanging,
Beclouding popping Judges' ick in fun form.

Like the Masseur's touch, his sWORDS
Caressed the FOUR-LAWN thoughts
Where subtle greenery of words lies,
Giving total freedom to helpless expressions.

Like the dew stumbling on Earth at dawn,
Kicking MENDioCRITICS from parched land
Of words, where facts whirl with no help,
So were the words spilling rumination on SAGAcity.

Hmm!
Smothering a certain Samurai' on thorns of tongues;
A poetically-insane claimed Mercy!
Wars, words, was...?

#WarOfWords4
#PauDWorL
#Mesioye Affable Johnson
#Olayinka Samson Aremu

Written by: Bankole Kolawole

Edited by: Mesioye Affable Johnson

PS:
mEYEnd - (Word originally formed by Graciano Enwerem, winner of WarofWords3) mind + eye = mEYEnd

FIREment - Fire + Firmament
Mediocrity + critics (word play,played by playful Mesioye Affable Johnson)


picture credit: Rock Hard Magazine book (one of The 500 Greatest Rock & Metal Albums of All Time)