By I T 16 January 2015
Mother earth watches from the mountains
Soundless as the night breeze
With ears so large
To hear the tiniest pinlike sound
Coming forth from
The silenced broken heart…
She had cried a river
Yet her banks overflow
Her words endangered
Like the short term
Rule of the triceraptops family
Oh daughter of mother earth
Why criest thou,
Why dost thou thrust thyself
On this rock-hard floor
Out in the dog-nosed wetness of
The night breeze…
Oh mother
I moan in displeasure
For While gathering rubbies
Out in the hotness of the scourging sun
Sparkled a diamond among stones
Caged fitly by the rocky stones
But I mother, oh I…
Craved to see her sparkles more…
On this quest
The billows rolled
Scrolls blew off with lashing
Sounds out in the cold
Like an experienced mountaineer,
I pressed liked an iron on…
The stones bruised and cut
Only the edges of mother Earth's
Representative in man,
Yet no blood was shed.
Blue skies turned red,
This time dripping with blood
With thunders and lightenings
As sounds of pouring weapons…
But all i got were just breeze but
No rain…
Finally i took the sparkling stone
Amazed by her beauty
For all who looked on her
Wished to own her,
To take her from the warmness
Of the 5inched screen-like phonelike
Palms which shielded her warmth…
Oh mother… for she craved on
To me like a new found love…
Oh… daughter
Soundest that not like
A sweet thing,
To be craved for
A memory to be cherished,
Why criest thou…
Oh mother,
My pains pacified for
She was hurt…
Her edges were hurt
From the knives and sticks of
Those who soughto to have her
By force
For even her root
Sought to darken her gleam…
For i… oh i…
bent ma hands to feel
her ebony perfumed skin and
The curls of her humus darkened
With this earth roughened palms,
She rolled like sleeves upon it
With gladness i raised her
But was cut by the guard stones
Poor stone,
For he was a friendly one…
Oo oo
Daughter
Thou knowest the stones
How?
From the quest
gathering pebbles
I saw her sit right in
The middle of its cuddles
Oh i befriend her
For i sought to use her…
But daughter
Pouring weapons were
Just sounds and noise
To ears, not a cut nor a bleed
Why dost thy cry persist…
For as a mother knowest i thee,
Thou criest not for noise
For thou art brave…
Mother…
though the thunders of weapons
With melted heart i fixed the doors,
Nailed the windows
Pulled out my sword
And laid in wait
My fears reduced…
Then…
Why dost thy cry persist…
Mother o Mother
I slugishly picked her
For i sought to grow her with love
Like the lilies, out in the field
But she rolled mother, she rolled…
With warm beauty upon my palms…
My pains increase
My tears pacify cos
I sought to grow her like a lily
On the field, not watch her
Like the grass wither away in my palm
For i sought to keep as a turtle dove…
Now mother, i watch…
As her sparkles slowly turns dim
My fears come gushing to my throat
“I would have left her with the stones”… a thought said
“She would have shivered to death
in the cold, for she was an alien
Just like you”, another replied…
Out in the cold i wander
For she might soon get
The favour of a suprano cry
From you mother
If she be mine
My dreams would paddle on
A ricketting boat overboard…
Oo oo
For thy guardian, my son
Warned thee of this
Thou payest deaf ears,
Now thou art at the cross roads…
Hmmm… son cry no more
For since thou said a gift from me
My gifts are good and never evil
To give thee an expected end
To what help will my gift be
If i wreck thee after a plea for
A second chance…
I give not…
She dims, mother she dims
Not only does she await the cry
She dims
like a melted candle
In a dark room she fades
My fears arise from the dead
For i left my heart with her
For a safe keep
While i collected rubbies on
The shore, out in the cold…
The stones have come
Like a wolf pack to her rescue
But Often she cries,
“I don't need rescusing”…
But often i smile with mixed-feelings
For wolves do howl, they bite and chew…
Would love fade like a candle
Out in the dark room?
Will a cry come as a gift from Mother earth?
Will wolves howl or bite and chew
In their packs of minions?
Will dreams paddle like
a cradle to the grave?
Will i return to dust with
A tombstone over my head for
disobedience?
Or will mother earth smile on us
For thus we knew,
We had erred…