WHEN THE GREAT IS GONE : Dedicated to the unprecedented departure of our cherished treasure and star :Micheal Jackson

Heaven quiver
The earth shiver
Squealing are Her livers



Rest in grace
Great of our race
Life shan’t alt
But her livers hurt


Rest in peace
Peace of all ease
Hope you brought
In our seasons of wrath

Rest in peace
Peace of all bliss
A mission was born
the day you were gone

TEARS AT DAWN

by Charles Popoola

groaning of a sorrow
Shredded veins
Pierced by this arrow
That causes pain.


Endless pain
Grinded heart


Please, drill out not that arrow
Lest a fainting soul
gush out her marrow



Arrow of sting
Rust a soul


An arrow of deceit
One more of contempt
love is shot
In the darkness of trust
In the garden of ITS serenity


Wildered Darkness
When only lovers walk
in her deafening silence
the unstrained hears
words of a whispering wind
and if only one had learnt
The language of the wind…

A whisper of what become
A warning of what to come
First of lamentation
the lament of Damnation
the later of gloom
at dawn to fathom

Now let a pierced soul
Bleed to its sole grave
For a wounded heart
Knows no more grace.

LETTER FROM A DESERTED HEART

BY CHARLES POPOOLA

Broken with no grace to retrace
my shattering existence
I am condemned to disgrace
for my humiliating indulgence
fit to die in pestilence
for the future may possess
no better experience.


but;
Illuminate my heart, my love
for that day you were gone
was my obituary date set
the day you turned your back
to never see my tears of regret
day and night my tears flow
knowing the light of my heart
is turned down low
you were that one there
to calm my fears
but now that you become my tears
on whose arms do I flow down
these fountain of un-peaceful water;
for my body quakes
and my spirit is laid
my soul melts like snow flakes
my heart is enslaved
I am disjointed into parts
for my heart tendon is detached
yet I will lay hopeful
in this desert of mourning
to gaze at the skies of death
until my love will perhaps come
to carry me home in spirit or body.


Tolerate my love
this time more
for where on earth
can I possibly find
love sweet as yours
my sweetheart.

WHEN LOVE TURN SOUR

BY CHARLES POPOOLA

I don’t hate you
But I don’t think I love you


I don’t want you dead
But I guess you don’t worth living


I could celebrate your success
But never will share in your sadness


I may stand by you
But never will I stand for you


I will make you smile
But never will wipe your tears


A place in your heart I’ll find
But never will you find a place in mine.