Dream

My dream is still alive
It shall not fade till I arrive
Today, when the clock hits five
She will be my better half

The night love deserted it's own

I lay awake in the deep of the night, dead;
for I stand in the middle of the dead ocean
drowned in my own fears.
Tear drops from my eyes are now dried up
from within the cells of my once boisterous soul.
My eyes have become sore from its own turbulence
These tears of mine have become like trickles
from that tap in the village square
You do not pay attention to it anymore
All those tear drops you beheld upon your shoulders,
are not tainted with crocodile laden tears.
Now here I stand, with two basketful of my tears in my hands
for all who thirst in life’s lengthy walk.
Did you say that men do not cry??
Prick your eye with the bluntest needle
and tell me you believe that cock and bull.

We are back to this perilous path where we once trod
Why are you in a haste to cut this tree from within you heart?
You will only leave a stump that will sprout violently
upon the touch of love’s dew
Renew your mind, my love, renew your mind.
Tell me why you now hide your face from me
I surely am not deaf….. Why then can I not hear
those soothing words of yours, set to time’s eternal music?
Why do you continue to play and replay in my minds video recorder
Your timeless enchantments of love?
Why do you continue to glide gracefully along the golden gates
of my hearts comely corridors.
Come love, come.
Come quickly and serenade my soul

Have you ever loved me? Have you never loved me??
Have you always sat on the fence of nonchalance
atop my heart’s passions and emotions?
Have you always conspired with the thoughts of your mind
and the emotions of your heart, to leave me stranded
in this soda-scorched sun and the white-washed winter??
Why do you want to leave?? Now that you have become my unfading dream??
the mirror of my future?? the sutures sets in my cranium??
Why do I now stand accused in the courts of your heart?
An outcast of your own creation??
Is it not you who have done my heart cancerous injustice??

You are butterfly, I know.
A beautiful butterfly; wanting to fly freely to and from where it wills
Fly love, fly
Just don’t stray too far
On this path where we once trod, we shall meet again
Just be sure you do not fly too far.
On the soulful corridors and canopies of love’s walkway we shall meet again
Under the Odum tree where we first kissed we shall meet again.
Just tell me you love me one more time


My arms are wide open, beckoning your return
from the shadows of unknown lands
Just don’t stray too far to lose your way home.
If you do, please drop a whisper to the birds of the air.
They shall tell me and I will come for you.
I still stand under this Odum tree where we first kissed,
waiting earnestly for your return.
Come love, come.
Come quickly and serenade my soul.

On the stone silent night of January 12, 2009

Letter to Wifee

Dear Baby,
Must I always complain
That u have placed in front of me a mountain??
No my dear, such thoughts, I will not entertain…
With hope, I will sustain the fountain of love
In order not to stain my fame.
Before the sun sets, I will cook for u,
the plantain I bought from Spain ..
Don’t complain if its tears-tained.
It is my protestation to all the pain…

Fear

Fear is nothing. It has no life, no substance,
no locus and no bearing. Fear is dead, It is death.
Fear is the insignificance of zero,
the dulled edge of farmer's cutlass
the fruitlessness of a barren land
the chains of a slave, the mentally enslaved
Fear is air, fear is vaccuum
It only finds shelter in the eyes that gives it vision,
the ear that grants it audience,
the skin upon which its feelings explode
the mind by whose fertility thoughts are born
the mouth by whose words darkness is formed
the hand through which calabashes slip and fall
Let the giver of the vision desist
Tell the ear of the audience to resist
Plead the mind to persist
Let the skin refuse to cower
And Prod the mouth to chant with power

My Dream

This is the day of which i dreamt
Under the shadow of my one-tenth rented tent
Your lips i will kiss
Till i faint in sleep

Distressed

More than just distressed,
I'm harassed of the mind
Perplexed of the soul
Emasculated of my sensibilities
Ripped of a certain joy
I'm just a pale shadow of myself

PROVOKED

I have been provoked
My toe has been stepped upon
I have been nose-poked by charlatans
And looked down upon by soul serenading shenanigans,
Overlooked by thorns that thrive in the desert places,
Trampled by egoists who toot their horns over the mountainous places
Abused by storms that trod the corridors of presidential places
Across the platonic plains and fickle fields
I see the doom of the Downtrodden
And the curse of the crestfallen
But from the doldrums I shall arise,
I will arise from within the dungeons
That faithful to myopic ram-shackled whims of its father-creator,
Shackle me to the twilight of nonentity,
Erasing in cognito any trace of my identity
Plunging me still neck deep into the insignificance of a fool’s stop,
Then like a beckoning boomerang turn around to raise a mockery on the ant hill’s mole
But I shall not retort, nor shall I report, the folly of they and their cohorts
Who 2 light years ago before the sea-shelled sea communed with the benign waves of the Korley Lagoon; fought from this position, despised and castaway.
Who will begrudge this murmuring today! They ought to know,
Being adorned with the dipo-adorned beauty of knowledge,
that virgin knowledge, which today has deserted and seered the sanctity of their conscience.
Sanity shall not return to where vanity prevail; nor shall we in our poverty, the rich hail
Lest it be veiled with the contamination. We cannot fail… not to fail.
Per chance if I dance in my dreams to the melodious tune of the faithful flute,
Know that I’m in Utopia. Where my voice dare deserts its dearest owner,
Where my speech will not be muffled mute by faceless fickle-minded thugs
And crushed into smokeful smithereen’s gloomy oblivion

Yet, I shall arise in might and evoke upon them the blessings of divine deity
But I shall not retort nor report the folly of they and their cohorts
Who 2 light years ago fought from this position, despised
I will only rise in might and with a waved of my right hand
Evoke upon them the blessings of divine deity
I will not even remind them of the yester years of 2 light years
The blessings of the divine deity will i only invoke
And remember to remind them that i will no more be provoked
I will let sleeping dogs lie, for the art of vengeance is no more in vogue