danger is the law

harmony is the flaw

you can feel the perilous ounce of steel

breathing on your leg,

ready to have your ankles as a meal,

there's a sleeping gunpowder keg,

You are walking on a mine-mat

beware!

curiousity kills the cat

Hear the breathe of peril

offer you a bed of spines,

the banishment of tranquil,

and peace, moan charged with silence fines

To history, this is a foul tense,

and the present, receives the ignorant

kiss of recompense,

bullets are laughing

as AK's make jests,

machine guns cackling,

grenades, the pests

Murder lives next door,

ready to steal your life

and make you poor,

so make sure your eyes

do not see the rifle hole,

as it plans to settle the score.

By Kakraba Afful

I looked into your eyes

and I betray controversy,

I stretch out my hands,

never to say goodbye

And like a sun that never sets

and shines immortally,

I have certainly found

the velocity of my heart

as it runs towards the

dynasty of grace

The snow tiles the path

and the bridge is fire,

ever since my eyes

gleam with adoration

My heart is filled

with a story

and it shall tell the hills

and the mountains

that it has been made indispensible

by a flawless addiction,

she comes with no refill

but I sip the thrill

of a heart that

has been made lofty

by a massive existence...

her.

By Kakraba Afful

If my heart tells lies;

speaks of fallacy,

then sweep me

beneath the mat of the sea

This harmonious, dizzy trilogy,

love, has made me

the sage of dreams

and fortune do I

cuddle with her softly

she is the oven

that does bake my heart,

with an inch of spice

and a kiss of cinnamon,

her lips are icing

on my being

there need be no candles

to declare my

souls new age

from solitude to great coherence,

as I have

become a glowing temple

since she came

she's more than a burger,

beef and cream together

her sweetness

baffles IN-N-OUT.

By Kakraba Afful

As I drink the

bitter bile of melancholy,

the sky moans

and the dark side

visits my heart

with the shriek

of a death scythe

Then shall I bury myself

with rigorous will

and be the clay's brethren,

and suffocate happiness

till the breathe of light

becomes extinct,

the clock ticks slowly,

and the graveyard

defies life

Now I fall...

bottomless

in this endless

futile brawl with the darkness,

I let it clothe me,

the ears of mercy

are deaf

but still the silent

violin of bliss

plays with a transparence,

vomited by the fog

which convicts my

very sanctity,

and rapes my existence.

By Kakraba Afful