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Akinwale Peace

So I'm Jealous, Jealous Of Your Garment.
(For the souls that are dead.)
I saw the shrouded garment wrapped with leaves,
I saw the burnt eye, plucked from its socket.
I saw the regretting lips, like the leaves
that rustle in summer, you'd kicked thebucket.
It is like a cold gray shroud, as it lays
heavy on my shoulders, and wrap me in
its consolation embrace, as it plays,
As it plays with my dear soul, enchantsme in.
I can count the countless water I'd poured,
How long will my filled-feelings feel empty?
Even the world; in search of you, I'd toured-
Your sleep groans in my heart like I'm guilty.
We all have million ways to go to sleep,
Not the woe shallow hollow depth of six-
Now the world is for me alone, let itslip!
Maybe I'm jealous of your depth of six.
Some lives so young and full of hopes are left,
To pass that summer snow, a breath, a day
to live more could have been time of no theft,
But God give and take away, in a day.
How bad was the smile by the holy stream?
How sweet was the bitter snow that took you?
How well was the World War in your dead dream?
Maybe I should stop thinking about you.
But they hated Joseph, can't you come back
and mock the grave, come back not a spirit.
Come back, the soil will bear witness you're back-
Come back with the heart ofa breathing spirit.
I've missed the thing, the best the world could give,
Something took you off, no mortal could do;
Yea, nor could I cry, nor could I forgive.
Maybe I'm jealous of you, how well do?
Death; the taker of life that brings sorrow,
The comforter of happiness, oh fate,
The enemy of loved ones, how shallow
and deep could fate be in faith of a fate?
Old friends, can you be young again and live?
Maybe we could live so close forever,
Oh death, you're a heartless thing, you do live
to see tears and ring your knell ring, ever?
How breaking, crushing, cracking and saddening
was it when the day died and took your breath?
I can't keep the distance, the bells tolling,
I wish I saw your last smile and your breath.
How many ocean will my heart now bleed?
How many pain of you would tear for fear?
How many hour will I spend with this deep...
How many days will it take me, oh dear.
I always wish you come back and live 'gain,
I always wish you come back and beam smiles,
I always wish I'm not jealous ofyour pain,
I always wish you've not gone much of miles.
So maybe I'm jealous of where you stay,
Maybe the world here has changed her garment,
Maybe the world around me have to pay,
So I'm jealous, jealous of your garment.

"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace


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