Lo and behold my eyes are blinded by rage,
my soul is at war,
the spears that connive and condone,
with the night daggers,
and my mist blinks at a horrible twilight,
by the screaming moon,
this I behold,
with eyes that never saw
Wounded to solitude,
imprisoned by invasions of the mind,
the tyranny of calculation,
but now this rebellion,
burns the blueprints,
with the eyes that saw
But within me,
the clouds are frowning,
gnawing like foxes,
trying to hunt me down,
with the anger of silver lining
and mercy bleeds
by wickedness
now I am a living matyr
Calculation and emotion,
the mind and the heart,
battling for sanity,
but by the smile of destiny,
it is the mind that must
run mad,
so the heart can be welcomed into normality,
and banished from oblivion
The spears bow down,
the bullets of persecution seize,
the heartbeat of war, stops
the stampeding dust settles,
and this scene comes,
with the eyes that saw
A redemption that walks,
and catches my breathe
without understanding,
darkness is maimed,
and a light clothes me,
with peace,
and so again I see,
with the eyes that saw,
and the heart that still beats
and the hands that felt hers,
and with a dignity that grew tall,
and an awareness that melted,
since she came,
I was reincarnated,
with the eyes that saw,
and the heart that still beats,
playing with an orchestra of happiness,
and hands that felt.
By Kakraba Afful
Upon this paper, I utter transparence,
a clarity formed with so much meaning
and it comes with a freshness,
we do not need comprehension,
neither do I ,
to speak this dialect
that unfurls with so much understanding
It is a friend, never to be discovered
a vision that can never be conceited,
it is not proud,
but humble, there for all,
and like oxygen,
it is known for an omnipotence,
in our lives,
but the lips are treachery
and turns reality to poison,
so that fiction seems like a companion,
but very soon
the law of the future, judges
and time shall always tell the story
by the oration of the hands on a clock
The truth is not a revelation,
it is an existence,
that lives among us
but when it is betrayed,
becomes an ambushing tiger
awaiting to strike in
the conspiracy of time.
By Kakraba Afful
I had been stoned,
my personality dehumanized
why?
because I found the only
mirror that cannot be broken;
and like all fictions
the world lives in
I was put in a dry well,
and in its belly
I saw darkness
and I understood their unconscious cry,
They spit on my personality
because I have found water,
yes, the only mirror
that cannot be broken,
yes, water,
tasteless, taking no sides
but with neutral care,
as it swims down
the droughted throat,
it quenches the thirst
of the human,
so that he or she
does not long to drink anymore,
still leaving no taste,
still taking no sides
Immaturity is the victim
because running water
erodes a pastureless soil
with no care,
because the grass should
have long been erected,
mansions of nature;
Rills of despair are created
or even gullies or gorges
with time,
but as the sun bears witness
and rocks get weathered
by the declaration of nature,
new soil shall be born,
new minerals shall be given
and the land...
the land that was bare
and desertified without meaning;
upon it, does the pastures grow;
from desert to oasis,
from oasis, to Eden,
a paradise where freedom know
no bounds.
By Kakraba Afful
If you can close your eyes,
and hear nature's rhythm,
it would be just the both of us,
holding hands in this thoughtless world
If you can wish upon every star,
and make merry with the wind,
there shall I be in your heart,
I shall breathe the oxygen of omnipotence
you gave me
If you can dance to the sunlight,
so will I shine like your smile,
and our happiness,
and carry us to an immortal wilderness
If you can look into my eyes
and tell the time,
then you know that it is love
If you can...
If you can look at how the land
stretches like a canvas upon the earth,
and paint my existence,
so shall I live, by the believe in your heart
If you can speak in clarity
and make no flaws with this eloquence,
in a lightning faith,
so shall I be strong,
with the muscles of transparence
that your verbal gym has given me
If you can look deep inside
my heart, you shall see it is
a bottomless well that overflows
with the justification
of my eyes,
and the warmth of my smile,
and the tingle in my hands,
all because of you
If you can comprehend,
hear and unleash
the riddle of passion,
then I shall no more be a mystery,
and the wisdom of our lips,
shall run their full course
If you can walk
the steps of adoration,
and reach for the mountains,
I shall be the wings
that befriend you with the sky
If you can dance
to the tune of sanguinity,
I shall become light,
and no darkness shall
there be in your life
If you can wrestle with destiny
with persistence,
and change its course,
then our hearts shall be wed
with a pride,
that batters that of a lion,
and our valor shall know no limits
If you can see,
within me,
the clarity that you brought,
at my first sight,
then I shall be infinity,
limitless like eternity
If you can come into my arms,
strong and humble awaiting
your embrace,
my days shall always be daybreak,
and the sun shall never set,
since I found you.
By Kakraba Afful
Trust me,
commit onto my presence,
your fluorescence,
and I shall never lose the view...
of you
Atrocities, my blind my eyes,
but my heart can never be blind,
as my light sit before me,
you, I shall never lose the view
of eminence,
my nerves shall never be numb
to the ecstacy of excitement,
you
Even though, turmoil,
strikes like a dark trance,
and our brows droop
in the dirges of existence,
because my heart lives,
though breathless,
your magic shall bring me joy,
and the friendship of your
lips shall be enough
to make the sun outshine tribulation
We may verbally brawl,
but the peace that I found,
this makes me bow
to your glory (S.T.)
And sometimes, I may falter,
or sometimes, you may falter,
but fondness seizes by staggering,
and like falling snow,
I myself, do not freeze
but become coolness in your eyes
And visions become perfection
when you smile,
because my heart
has declared you goddess,
and wearing the fabric of wonder,
you twirl my world in happiness,
making the blizzards bow,
and the hurricanes hum
and the tornadoes sing
If I am made deaf by life, even,
my ears shall not forget
the quartet of your heart,
and the sound of our lips
like cardiac thunder,
even if I'm made dam by existence,
I shall speak with a warm affluence,
rising from the bottom of my soul,
like a spring,
and it shall shout with life,
for I speak, because of you
and the biological silence is broken
Trust me,
commit onto my presence,
your fluorescence,
and I shall never lose the view,
of you.
By Kakraba Afful
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