HARDCORE

From all that ails the world
That the creators created
That affects others
All forming a hardcore
Swelling his heart
Making helpless sighs

From hope he retreated
He couldn’t stand it
He was involved enough
Nothing was left
All thoughts were crooked

And his soul, the Creator
To take, he prayed

“Oh, heaven, take me away
Take me back, if necessary
Wind back time and
Unborn me”

As if heard, soon
Fate takes charge
It swept its whip
In the bottom of
His heart

The echo pieced
Within his ears
And more sighs
Groaning-groaning

To much noise
Much disturbance
Only hadn’t he
The ears and eyes
He couldn’t had seen
And heard

These two different pairs
They’ve gathered all along
Till now, twas heavy
He couldn’t fly, his soul
Weighted

His heart vibrated
Inside his soul, he saw him
It wasn’t a dream
But his spiritual identity
His conscious condition
In a vision

Under aching barefoot
Toiling
The earth shaking
He was staggering
Under the influence
Of the subconscious war

Of course knowing
The same drum
Someone as well’s playing
The hardcore beat

But should he surrender
This journey
Since this will of
To be and not to be
It wasn’t his mother
Or father to sign

“Oh heaven, impartially
Are you?”

He wept, from all thousand tears
These became his last ones
And died a sad man
Hoping an explanation
From his God

The baobab root

Strengthened, the baobab root

That wound underground

That pushes through the rocks

Separating all that awaits

Like a wriggling worm

The patience, slow and sure

All the way down, clamming

Tugging the source, water and earth

Sucking and swelling

Sucking and swelling

The heat of the sky, above

Foliage barricades

Tight trying-tight shading

Restraining the sucking sun

But still spotlights are there

There under the shadow

The root pushes-meandering

Sucking and swelling

Sucking and swelling

swelling the trunk

Exuberant, leaves forming

The branches stretches, heaved

The early fruits, the green leaves

All hailing to the root

As well birds of the air

Dwell secured within the height
Through all the seasons

The baobab root toils

Breasting for growth