Tuesday 29 September 2015

MY BLACK SUN, LORLORNYO

Mother told me about the shapely sun
That appears once in a blue moon
Carrying thoughts of the unborn
So I waited for her august arrival

I waited where the dusty roads kissed and broke
Where the roads embraced our town
It blossoms in the king’s forest
In all tranquility

I stood on restless dust
She eats me; the dust, I eat her
I eat the dust
Till my skin dries
Blurs!!
I stood amidst the unwelcome of crippled branches
Darkness rushed by, across my shoulder
Fear mounted upon our soul's silhouette, unyielding
Our earnest plea was lost in the wind’s sail.

Many nights passed
The royal gongs were agog
They came, love birds
They came to where they had began
Perched on the tree’s waiting arms
Ohene wraps himself in her sunken breast
Sprinkling each other with sweet melodies of delightful memories

My admiration for the old lovers soared

Then, you showed up
My dearest!
Colorful bird among birds!!
More beautiful than a Goldian Finch
My thoughts flew out of my chest into hers
I wept and she knew why
She wept also, her love pierced my heart to glee

My armour-bearer; my kings guard
Stay here, my dome, my Lorlornyo
For, you are the black sun that should rise daily atop my roof

On ethereal eternal nights

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Friday 25 September 2015

MEN OR GOATS?

A voice draws near,
Singing heavenly of hell
We cup our hungry ears to hear the murderous melody, which cut into our bones
And sinews
And flesh
And throws us into a frenzy
We are told of certain men
Men like us, men unlike us
Men like goats

They are men of honour, yet, they seek the illumination of fools and the possession of robbers
Their stubbornness stink like a goat's anus
The candor of courageous forefathers have departed them
No, they have departed the candor of courageous fathers

For, only a cup of wine
a pottage and a coin will save them
but for a moment,  just this moment
Pathetic!

They trap themselves!
Endanger themselves and freeze others to danger, even owls flee
They are like darkness.
They are darkness of sorts.

But,

May the wind of life blow treachery away, and send them our warm songs of hope.
Till our hearts lead them back to us.

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Thursday 17 September 2015

THE MAD MAN AND OUR STORY

We
have
abandoned
our
story
to
the
mad
man's
script

He sieves our fate...

Into
a
sack
of
polluted
stories

Our slave masters infuse their choice words...

Into
our
history
books
and
afterwards
call
us
liars

And we call ourselves liars...

till
the
lights
from
the
songs
of
hope and love and faith
dimmed.

Who will, though weary lift up our sinking voices again?

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Wednesday 16 September 2015

SWEAT IS GOLD

Sweat and gold
Sweat on gold
Sweat is sweat
Gold is gold
Sweat is gold

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