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