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