Very often I had the thrill
to kill people,
I still am,
but I have not killed before
I smile at the imagination
of watching blood fall to the ground,
licked by the knife,
and how the victim of murder
falls to the ground, dead,
this is a strong misconception
of power that has long
loomed over me,
my other side
Whenever I hold a knife,
the first thing that comes
to mind is murder,
but my good side,
who I am,
has resisted this
many, many times
as I am not a bad person
There has been to much
hatred in my heart,
but today, I learn how
to let it go,
slowly,
forgiveness it the most
difficult thing on this earth
for me,
Because many times,
in my life, I met mercilessness
in different ways,
I have to let it go
Like I said, the intrigue
of the dark side,
has plunge my mind into
many things,
becoming a killer
but my conscience,
strongly resists the temptation,
due to the peace within,
and as God bears witness
I am not a dangerous person,
but thoughts of the dark side
make me so,
I think it is related to my once
excessive reading of horror stories
This is the only way,
I've found freedom,
as I confide on this empty
sheet destined to be visited
by these words
My mind is a novel,
it thinks of different things
in different ways, not
only my perception but
it meditates strongly with
the perception of people
and how they act,
this helps me to understand people,
it's all literature,
life,
stories
Writing is not just words,
it's revelation.
By Kakraba Afful
Ever since you came,
see my buoyance,
when I realised
and fled from senses
and all else failed
and the wind encircled
with stories of oblivion,
my eyes became transparence
And you looked into mine
with confiding eyes,
and read them like a diary
parcelled with your solicitude,
I became a giant,
before life had cast me into
valley deep
where I would bow to my knees
and try to fathom misfortune
By now, thanks to you
I am a force formidabble,
staying unfloat,
walking on the Bay of Bengal,
ever since you came
Look into my eyes,
and there you shall find a locket,
and your passive image
that passified my roar,
dancing in my pupils,
every since you came
all mysteries fade,
and I see who I use to be,
thanks to you.
By Kakraba Afful
Something my bosom can't deny,
I was groaning because I was
buried in ice,
in the casket of discomfort,
but her tears that fell
made many rills of depair
in my heart,
and that her lips may no more tremble,
and that she may sing
the forgotten song
and that happiness be made prodigal,
I endured in patience,
for the peace of her being,
see that she would be put in a fervent place,
As destiny frowns at our amore,
as see the friendliness of both worlds,
but the sky turns dark as a nighmare
and a menacing spiral,
sinks down the wisdom of our heartbeats
A black resonance, echoes through me,
but if for her,
the sores of this misfortune
will heal in time, even in death,
if for this immortal of passion,
my pains shall seized evidently
But this sacrifice must be made,
I must sit on the fangs of a cobra,
through my loins does the venom
travel but my name shall be
an epitaph in her heart
and knowing her dearly
shall stare into the past
with strong memories unforgotten.
By Kakraba Afful
Wearing a jacket of piranhas
he seemed to be friends with risk,
dancing in a furnace,
sitting on a bear trap,
sleeping in a compressor
but he was reached for the diamond
in the fangs of cobra
He drank the venom of an adder,
dueted with the sharks,
swam in a pool of eels
and kiss falling guilotines,
guess what?
he never died,
the adrenalin of possiblity
had made him wear
a garment of perpetuity,
he was danger
and he feared no risk.
By Kakraba Afful
by the smile of destiny
due I sit on the throne of grandiosity,
by her power
I have been made an arcadian,
my garment turns white
because I have found and witheld
the freedom of permanence
This was never perpetuated by time
all blueprints burn,
ceaselessly
because the world cannot consume me,
to fire, I have become water,
and the graffiti of the sky
talk of my greatness since she was here
My soul couldn't have shimmered
with this rare glorification,
the clouds are my sandals
to me the galaxy give veneration
and when we kiss
cyclones proclaim our amore
to the heavens
and set excitement free,
because my laughter
gallops into liberation
All this power
because her presence,
is the music from
the harp of harmonious prophecy
everyone! listen to the fame
of my heart,
for it is as sonorous as success
and the roars like the Atlantic ocean.
By Kakraba Afful
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