Title: 'The Emptiness'

verse 1

Soar, wake.
With sharp seas
Command, arise.
With ill hands jump, swim.
Returning below the gnarled path,
as the even forest weeps,
She dives and the sky walks.
She is swimming in her own despair
wrenching, splattering.
Black roses are strewn on her path.
While she dreams on, the wicked night,
the blade slices into her deeply.
There is no life for her now, only death.
Could she find a lonelier place to be?
Uncaring, she is fallen,
and will never rise.
From her heart, endless loneliness.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness, yet.

verse 2
 

All poison,
beneath the tomb, they extort.
Splintering tentacles,
around trees, take cover!
The sin keeps on coming
evil and bright, over the gods.
She dusts glistening wraiths
around the dream.
Atone! The King shall free all from sin.
Beyond the dream-scape
He battles big noses in the land
Awake! The King will come again
translucent alive, over the horizon
A backward glance
out of whose dream
the traveller asks her way,
taking a chance.
 
Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.

verse 3
 

She anguished for him
Like a rose deeply touched
When her love fell placid.
A cold fantasy, swept in pretty.
A desire rumbled boldly forth
giving her a sudden jolt.
The spiritless stem agonised
for the fragile girl within.
I cried for her too,
For the placidity that engulfed her.
It gave her a soft fire.
A sweet passion, whisperered in her.
The desire stayed placid,
until a deeper fantasy cried out.
Its beautiful misery fell on her like
The captivating sun, shining a delicate flame.

Refrain: Oh! But this emptiness yet.

verse 4
 

She stands on the edge of space
each portion made of dust.
The wide flat dusty road and
jungles bounded on all sides.
Her kisses caress the grateful sun gently
The tender flower graces the beautiful rose
with exuberant and exquisite hugs.
She chases her own tail -
truths, scratched from the dirt.
forest deer, culled by the road
listen, quiet and still.
Motion, wheeling up high,
trapped in the constellation.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.

verse 5
 

Green, waiting dry grasses,
and neon road bars.
That maybe something,
in the quality of light,
the debris of modernity.
Time claims its victory now.
Each dawn, the broken calls.
Flower petals, diffuse fog,
winged seeds, leaves.
Glory birds, golden and orange,
Scraps of blue paper.
Suburban jets of gas aflame,
Drying paint on native skin,
trapped, in the constellation.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.

verse 6
 

A child cries out from the jungle.
Black fingers and arms
shrouding, shaking
Around, all around....
The shadows gather.
Her dread grows, as doom's scythe
falls against her skin.
It smites her,
and darkly her blood
drips to the swirling dust.
In distress she screams out his name
as oblivion hovers close.
Alone now, her fervent plea
falls upon uncaring ears,
trapped in the constellation.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola Animashaun
(Copyright: 18.12.11 -ARR)

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