I reached for my cheeks

and I reach for something more

beyond the wilderness,

a smile that cuddled me

visits my heart in

the truth of light

where happiness knows no bounds

With my head upon your lap,

I can hear the songs of the hail

and the ice,

and this strange feeling

blesses me with humility,

tamed more than the ice,

cooler than frost,

touched by the wisdom I've found

my mind does not fathom

or try to fathom,

what seems to it a fallacy,

by becomes buoyant in the oceans of fantasy

my mind wanders

and my heart declares

with a radiating conscience,

It is the power of my heart

that enstrengthens my spirits

and tends my wounds

and puts strength in my muscles

to protect the one

and could smite the whole world to see,

due to the monarchy

of my heart

and the witness of my eyes,

there is no one more to see

but my love,

one who makes my heart

twirl in the ballet of wonder.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

My mind allows the power of question

and my heart does it befriends,

romping in the fields of life,

the question brightens with strength,

but neither the pendaciousness

of mentality nor the mortality of theories

can overshadow this gem

of a feeling

I would sell all unwavering

and wavering dreams

in the marketplace of oblivion

I would forgo all

mortal realities,

to see this everlasting dreams

that can never fade

by the smile of the heart

The one makes me be,

her laughter is a breathe of life,

and she is a pawn of the question

that mesmerizes the conundrums of math,

it is the sanity of emotion

and the sagacity of the soul

that reveals itself

like a dove,

born with a holiness of the soul

that makes my heart chaste

and destines me to final peace

which my lips declare

and by the union of yours to mine,

galaxies shall be meet

and the dawn shall cuddle

fantasies unto truth

due to the question

the question that can never be answered,

yet it answer is like

the tiles of an oceans

or the clouds in the sky,

limitless.

                            By Kakraba Afful

She smashed my heart to pieces

that's why she's my splinter queen,

let my heart in smitherenes

till my soul moan to infinity,

and destiny shed tears

for its unfortunate son

I faded when she said

those sinister words

my heart vanished,

I wonder if I will ever

find love again,

I said goodbye to joy

when she walked

out that door

My pride of my life,

flushed down the

toilet of romantic turmoil

I remember sweating magma

and my body was as

cold as a corpse

there was an earthquake

in my soul,

the spring withered,

life mottling right before

my tear-filled eyes,

all drowned

by the tsunami of sorrow,

till there was no more,

eternal darkness,

quiet, cold darkness,

no more life.

She smashed my heart to pieces

that's why she's my splinter queen,

let my heart in smitherenes

till my soul moan to infinity,

and destiny shed tears

for its unfortunate son.

                                                    By Kakraba Afful

My mind trails from an impervious nostalgia

and now the relaxation of my days

are haunted by a sleepless menace,

the ghoul of insomnia,

and my heart shriek deeply

of all its wounds,

a sore of defeat,

a sore of dejection,

my happiness was shot down

by the bullet of heartbreak

Reality wilts,

like a rose walking towards extinctions,

the alcohol of moroseness,

made the stars fall,

and the moon cry,

and the sun wept with tears of a shadow

and fallacy looms upon,

love, becomes the bitter fallacy,

she is walking on the lonely road alright,

but it is her back

that my forlorn eyes are destined to witness

this morbid curse

that turns my heart putrid,

dead and pungent again with nostalgia,

longing for the way she used to touch me,

and how my heart lived,

how it dueted with a profound peace

never known by mortality

By when her hands fled from mine,

I was no more immortal

and my soul bleed repetitively

by the stab of this wicked occurence,

and I linger and limp and yelp loudly

wondering,

thinking...

if even the might of time

would heal this barbaric wound.

A cataclysmic hurricane

sweeps away my life,

and there is no light,

my eyes, filled with pupils

of darkness,

I'm a walking corpse

with a splintered heart

Visions of the future,

diluted by sadness,

now my blood is flooded

with the caffeine of disillusion

The only comfort I have;

illusions pat me on the back,

luring me,

as the foul clock ticks

into the underworld of self-detonation.

                                                    By Kakraba Afful