The Vessel Budding young Rose With unharnessed potential bubbling Nestling in the yellow thorns. Onwards progressing in the climb Towards thine individual journeys. Your toothless gestures mistaken for action, Your wit for Guile; your wisdom for debauchery. Art thou not much more than thine earthen vessel? A beast, thrashing about on the inside As though cut off from the light and dipped, Head-first, into the night’s blindness. Pulse racing, like the heartbeat of a young Iguana fawned in the cave of wolves. Listen, hear the blood curdling screams Of the midnight visitors. Unravel the puzzles and take Cognisance of outwardly presence. Betray the variety of your spiritual voices And hearken to the thunderous Wailing of hearty green; Unexplored passage ways strewn with alleys of wonder Awaits the successfully weary troubadour. Misgivings and fatigue will vanish before your senses; The apprehension of the moment will present itself In an array of decisions. Destiny on a dish sprinkled with a fine layer of promise; Visions of grandeur escape the dimension of dreams And flutter into reality on butterfly wings; Budding young Rose, take your place among the stars and fly, Reignite your dreams of conquest; Relive the moments and conquer; Repaint your world with words and let it be known That a beast once roamed these parts of the African soil. Babs Olakunle Oni
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 09:02:31 +0000
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