watch the past burn,

sizzle in oblivion till its ash,

so that nothing remains,

your lips shall be sealed,

old life shall wither and die

 

Build a fortress,

stop the uselessness

because you are a typical excuse

of a human being,

forget, sleep in the furnace,

burn it all,

the past,

 

My mind has been invaded

by slithering, jumping, walking

geometry, hurricanes punching it,

I don't know if this is the conspiracy of overload,

but I'm confused, even on paper

 

Just burn the shadow,

be a new person,

no immitations,

if I don't,

I'll just explode,

because I'm a self-detonator

 

Demolish this dilapidated building

get a new reputation,

from paper to reality,

indeed the paper my only

good listener.

                                            By Kakraba Afful

my eyes puke in tears,

as I watch my sanctity cry in the flames of confusion

my eyes puke in tears,

they can't cough out the smoke,

but lungs are killed by the smoke,

choked by the smoke

 

Velocity comes to a halt

time folds itself like a mat,

the smoke, the frying of my soul,

in self-detonation's oil,

I'm buried in the frying pan of destruction

 

There is no stopping the overspeeding

steerless train heading for the rocks,

the sky crumbles,

I look into the mirror,

but there is no reflection,

not even the water can reveal my image

 

My heart beats like disaster,

my whole being has just being short-circuited

with too many voices,

the fuse melts,

again too many voices,

the filament breaks,

no light

 

and a fiery, gaseous monster roars,

in the chambers of my life,

the wood moans, crackles, dies,

the existence, moans, crackles, dies,

the hope, moans, crackles, dies

too late for forgiveness,

I'm already carrying a curse...

let it burn the crops

of happiness, bliss, joys,

the curse, I have thrown away the gem

in the bin of ungratefulness,

too late

 

the moaning, the crackling, the dying,

the moaning, the crackling, the dying,

the self hell let loose,

and soul singing dirges in the intentional fire,

hopes to live again

 

it was meant for good,

but it ended up in lethal confusion

 

the spirit must not look back,

as the being burns,

it must walk in hope to live in the light,

 

I have thrown it all away,

too late for forgiveness,

there is no turning back,

nothing to look back at,

nothing to look forward to,

I have drowned in disappointment,

I let this old me die,

devoid of freedom's oxygen

 

There is a new road before,

Choices,

to be the best of myself,

in the next life,

I hope there's light there,

 

 

Too many weeds,

the fire lashes them unto death,

too much ignorance, too much mistakes

as my father said,

"There's nothing in the past,

you don't go back there, only go forward,

the friendliness of the future."

 

I have lost that light,

I refuse to see,

Too late...

darkness...

                                                                  By Kakraba Afful

The paper..it's the only friend

on this earth that will always give me

the chance to start again...

and again...and again...and again...

so the pendulum retraces its home,

the time melts,

the lights are killed by ignorance,

and darkness takes over,

the darkness of the mirror

 

I sail my ships back to childhood,

I see the fame, the boy that

everyone called.. good.. humble...respectful

...peaceful...reserved,

the boy that was talkative,

always living with a flare of excitement,

but then a conviction proceeds

and I become a slave to everyone's words;

is it this I want or that?

the words have cracked, bruised and battered the transparence,

my mind fights the war of clarity,

and the mirror cries;

 

So I tun my back on the fast velocity

and try to trace my roots;

and the mirror cries;

my mind fights the war of clarity

the words have cracked, bruised and battered the transparence,

is it this I want or that?

and I become a slave to everyone's words;

but then a conviction proceeds

always living with a flare of excitement

the boy that was talkative

reserved...peaceful...respectful

...humble...good...

I see the fame, the boy that

everyone called,

I sail my ships back to childhood

 

the darkness of the mirror,

and the darkness takes over,

the lights are killed by ignoracne,

the time melts,

so the pendulum retraces its home

and again..and again..and again...

the chance to start again

on this earth that will always give me,

the paper...it's the only friend.

                                                            By Kakraba Afful

Right from birth, they trained him in innocence,

but an ignorance by far dethroned him from his glitter

and kept him in the manger,

thus, he was a being of negligence

 

Right from birth, they trained him in innocence,

the boy that everyone knew and applauded;

smiling with obedience, temperance, respect

and humility,

he gets thrown about and bullied

by the giant of indecision

boy in class three, gets all the attention,

then he immitates the swagger

and also gets attention

fifth grade bullied by two giants

sixth grade, cry baby till present

second year, junior high school seriousness

wounded by the false perception

that everybothing is easy

High school, deadly procrastination and

lethal laziness give him poor grades

 

De-graft Afful, he has always been average

at UVU, meets the ice princess, S.T.,

now he's here writing about his shattered self.

                                                         By Kakraba Afful