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The release

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This is a blank page,

the most reliable friend I have

on this earth,

my most loyal ally,

but it can only tell this

to the audience

 

I shall write and write,

write till there is nothing to hide,

I have hidden too much from my audience

now, all my fans

have to know De-graft Afful Jr.

for who he is

 

I shall be white as this blank page,

then I can be immortal to the

conspiracy of lies,

 

whenever I felt something,

I hardly wrote it down,

but often wrote stories from my minds,

yep, I've used too many images,

that sometimes makes my writing artificial

in time, I'll find real words,

and blend them with the wisdom of imagery.

 

I am only an artist

with the paintbrush of literature,

nothing much.

                                                 By Kakraba Afful

 

Junior's Literature 3 (The Transformer)

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People say I have this gift,

to change into anyone I like,

I anytime

 

Well, I don't see it as a gift,

but an art of unconscious practice

and meditation,

well most of my transformations

are just chameleonizing to suite

the environment

 

Recently, my most unique transformation

has been myself,

De-graft Afful Jr.

I feels different but with time I'll get

used to it

 

I know that I was not myself

that was why my x-girlfriend

left me,

but bear with me, heartbreak

still hurts

 

Presently, most of my transformations

have been made for comfortability

NOT REVENGE

I repeat,

NOT REVENGE

 

I admit, I find it fascinating

to immitate people,

I don't just copy people,

but when I absorb their actions,

I am able to think what they think,

and explore their mentality

VERY IMPORTANT

 

Well, I have transformed

so much in my life,

and been so artificial,

that being my own self,

feels very different,

but in time I'll get used to it

 

Now I realise that

if, the urge to write

comes from the soul,

imagery is diluted

by the plain, transparent truth.

                                                By Kakraba Afful

The happiness of transparent disaster

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I must say;

lies are handsome

and the truth is ugly,

really ugly,

so telling it is not very easy

 

well, it can erode the trust

of lovers;

it can create an earthquake in marriage

the truth sometimes

create eruptions,

but the only reason the truth

becomes a disaster

is that we have been hiding it for

a long time

 

but the truth indeed sets as free

because soon after,

there is nothing to hide

so, I must say,

the truth is a transparent disaster

but it soon breeds happiness

                                             By Kakraba Afful

True love's Designer-ware

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I'm waiting for my next girl,

trust shall be logo

love shall be tattoo,

and we shall ride in the moonlight

 

My ears shall always be available

to hear her,

I shall be her handkerchief,

when she cries

I shall offer romantic love

and not denim love

 

She'll be my sunlight

so my soul never dies,

then I'll smile till the end of the world

because my heart

shall be unbreakable,

by the power of her touch

 

She shall be my soul's talisman

and I shall cuddle her

till worlds no more fade away,

my footprints shall turn to

gold because I've found her,

and her heartbeat

shall be the song of my life

 

She shall forever be my princess,

and I shall cherish

till time infinity.

                                    By Kakraba Afful

She's the girl

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she smiles like happiness

laughs like power

when she looks into my eyes,

worlds are forgotten,

only her name remains remember,

she's the very locket of my life

 

she's the girl,

the blueprint of my joy,

brown hair that makes

me confuse reality from fantasy,

I am cushioned with dreams

and words elude my lips

like they were unborn

 

she's the girl,

the princess of magnificence,

my eyes shine with amazement

at her magneminence,

you haven't seen infinitive glamour

even your eyes have not

known her invincible stature

 

Hands as soft as freedom

Her happiness turns my sadness

to vapours,

when she walks,

the wind sways

her charm is named infinity

because she is

an eternal portrait of joy.

                                        By Kakraba Afful

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