On Bounded Earth
THE
POEM
A
home'bed in earth's commode
lost
our light earth pressed 'nd quench'd
we
are tied, spelled on our heads
what
birth revealed is hidden by death
tells
that has the magical hand
termites
teeth-in to untie the lace
laces
of roots beneath, the vows o' earth
why
do we cuddle in the cradle of shrouds tie?
lying
in perfume and incense o'rounded rose
gifts
that teaches us how to reincarnate
this
beauty made dying so sweet
we're
confused going round in afterlife
birth
steals us into earth o circles'holes
death
and life play child take and give
o'
they know not why here we quietly lie
we
wait here to become little maggot
we
whom were once giant men that tread on land
earth
is our home o' paradise lost
on
nothing's vain does all silently lay
we
are not bounded, only in what is bounded do we dwell
where
are the exit doors and door keys to open?
keys
to breathe life into these abandoned bones
but
no bones could brace these souls forever
how
do we wake from death o' this bones?
death
too knows this doors of no doors
to
knock where there are no doors
whom
spelled the earth left through those doors
we
are not left with our souls abay
it
goes through mud of old boots
in
death we're still tied in endless riddle
what
binds the feet of the mighty mountains?
why
does the rising sea not pour into the sky?
heaven
is our milk wide up-sky
is
earth the sky o' the heavens high?
up
is then down and down is the heaven's up-sky
why
do we not fly with no feathers?
stones
belong on land, throw not away
we
attempted, we could only jump
do
not worry God with prayers
answers
were here before asking was done
heavens
will always look down at us
we
too can but raise heads look up
there
are no rain from the earth to the sky
ascending
is rising without wings
souls
do not fly to no bowl skies
heaven
is here behind our home purity
heaven
and hell is not on this earth
on
this unreal earth, 'tis on earth that is real
days
unfold for fate is bounded
what
is not bounded never unfolds
we
are free to live when we've lost our flesh
o
earth of spirit in clothes o' flesh
when
torn spirit wonders in afterlife mesh.
COMMENTARY
On
bounded earth is a poem on the limiting spells of creation and the search for
answers to questions that had longed been asked by man.
Ogba
try to identify why the earth does not let anything out but let things in. The
only exception he recognized is death but he still argues further with some
question that
THE ESSAY
The Mysteries Of The Earth Home
Have
you ever wondered when you look at the sky why we couldn’t fly away from the
earth into the faces of the wondrous skies? Why death takes away life and birth
returns same in an unequal exchange? Swordspears quotes “life gives and death
takes, In the end nothing is taken and nothing is replaced, it is a stale
battle, life is simply the mathematics of addition and deduction” but life came
first in this mighty circle of the creators rule that is why life comes first
before death follows.
We
were not created to live this earth as the creator made us from dirt and placed
us in this home, a paradise we lost our selves still it was our home, he made
the earth to know how to heal itself though our actions have made it
uninhabitable the earth is still our home. Does it not make you stop and think
for a while why it is not only the heavens that close its skies but also we
shut our eyes to fall into the profundities of sleep? And it opens when the
rising sun knocks on our brow in morning light? We will always abide to its
ways as it rolls from the east and treads to the west and bye and bye carries
dreams riddled in pieces to its bed.
Have
you ever wondered why the rain does not fall into the sky?
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