There is a literary toxin to

slows down my biceps of fluency,

A grim behemacy,

a hazy wall, unseen but powerful

that plunders my ideas into oblivion

But as my mind witnesses this

theft, it can do nothing

but seek an oasis where it shall

come back to life

My passion for the ink increases

but a strange weevil of literature,

bores into my neurones,

and suck my imagery like a tick

You call it writer's block,

I call it literary friction,

I need a book, a lubricant of literature

maybe Hard Times, by Charles Dickens

to enrich my mind

which now becomes impoverished

and is tempted

to dive into the dry pool

of apparent repetition.

                                           By Kakraba Afful

Ability,

it is the actinide that breathes

the radiation of power

and control

Ability, muscle of the mind,

biceps of mortality,

strength that lasts as long as immortality

It is the fission

of success,

transforming fiction to non-fiction

and wrestling doubt to the death,

this is the meaning of the word can

The ice that does not melt

by the kiss of the sun,

the coal that does not burn

in the fire of persecution

this is the talisman of faith,

the being of the word,

the meaning of the word

known as can

The bison that breaks

the walls of limitation,

demolishing faithlessness,

wrecking hopelessness

for the good of personal immunity

this is the other,

than the everlasting friend to

all human beings, worldwide,

CAN.

                     By Kakraba Afful

He stands there,

infinitive tons of undoubted muscle,

mind equipped with

pursuing magma of deep gutted grizzled,

apparently he's ripped,

if you know what I mean?

Success is his tattoo

with eyes that burn like a furnace,

he sees gold in the abyss of turmoil,

a bottomless pit of tribulation

the genius

who learns gigantic calculus

from the heart

and breeds willpower,

he stand firm

and does not fail,

to him, a hurricane is a beeless hive,

he bathes in magma

till success proclaims him pure

Risks,

they are diamonds in

the fangs of a cobra,

blessings in disguise

This is the exact character

of Bill Gates

or Lebron James,

the successful man,

the man who always does it,

determination

persistence,

dreams

are his pawns

in the chess of life.

                          (A POEM ABOUT THE NATURE OF SUCCESS IN HONOUR OF MY FATHER

                                                    DE-GRAFT AFFUL SR.)

                                       Love, Junior.

                                                                                By Kakraba Afful

With firm conscience, an anvil

ones eyes see clarity,

with iron of rules,

unbended by compromise,

by the hammer of practice

and constant routine

does not mold one into a restricted shape

but makes one mentally and emotionally elastic,

outstretching one without a limit

Yep, discipline is the Blacksmith

as well as being through the fire

of constant and precision

the goal is not be monochrome,

but a multichrome of abilities,

this is the true

education of education

and the petition of rules

and the heartbeat of stature

These are what create

the sculpture of greatness,

doing what one must do,

follow the drama of your heart

no matter the darkness.

                                    By Kakraba Afful