Thoughts of a Lost Drinker

And if reverence lies in beards
And forever it should be
That we shall dwell long with our beer
For it is our sanctity

A healer to our bleeding hearts
Our escape from the gas of this world
Then our silent suffering and toil
Shall be nothing, but duff.

For no light is left of us
As man's mind has become dross

Their Peace

I'll say it
They are lost
I'll say it
These roughs

I'll say it
They are lost

When life becomes a circus
Where we all move in circles
For fun and bravery-
We love our very value

Yes they are lost
But i have no clue

Yet

Daunting
A voice danced
Our road is dusty
pam gbam-
Our dam goes down
They weep.

Infants in suits
They beg me: Twisted men
In children panties: bearded women!
Their minds naked
Raging in the evil winds of the desert
They have nothing
Grief dreams
vum vum vum
Like ghosts
Their ideas gaunt
Nothing.
kri kri kri
The devil in their deeds
Not a thing

shii shii shii
They sleep
That i see
Awake them!

What

And don't say me, my people
Are that monkey
You still dream
Swing on trees
In some gloomy jungle

African proverb of the week

The death that will kill a man begins as an appetite.

A Lost Sentiment

I tried
Cried not to come to you
But your sprinkled love on me
Like a blessed curse on the Asante King
That he rages to war
Is greater than that of Amon and Isis

Kre--it broke my heart

I challenge the gods may envy
That which you give to me
And i taste
Never.
Never again have i been insane.

Madness Again

First read at radio universe 105.7, university of Ghana.

Fear maimes me
That my heart weeps
Scared
Afraid for your stormy love

My heart withholds your presence
That feeling
Stop it!
That penetration
The infection
Stop it!
Love like pepper in my eyes
That makes me cry
Pretends to be oving
But pierces needles into my heart
It permits no more

I feel it rushing
Yes-
Yes-
Yes-
Stop!
The weakness your love renders me
Stop.

The child of love
Weakness
Weak-
Bleoo
Weak-
Egbo
That-
That love
Lovers.

Thoughts of an Incarcerated Mind

First read at radio universe 105.7, university of Ghana, Sunday, April 22, 2007.
My liver shook
In the touch of your spirit
And in it
It's your hands i took

At where we depart
Our doubts danced not to leave
That they be like air, not apart
Yet your absence: that i breathe.

Sing It

Presented at radio universe for the first time on Sunday, April 15, 2007.

Let's sing all the Halleluja's
And when we are all done
We shall retire to our beds
And our moon shall be red
In shame

We have been drained
Like sugarcanes
Chaff.
Burnt by the sun

Sons of God
From His presence
To our hut: the palmwine drips from our pots
Is that our essence?

Th Enough

I'll chase death to his hole
For that cold scare he buries in me
Like thousand bees
After me
In my dreams

Death shall deaden, judder, fumble
His feet shall hurt for his evils
Till death can't stand death no longer

But death connives with fear
They plot to take my only dear

The earth cannot gulp my anger
And naked death lies
Waiting on me that i uproot his lies

No more must he don that muffler
He shall not hide his face
And pretend his blood is of a gangster
For where he dwells is nowhere

Yet still, death shall move with tired steps
On his way to his last breath.

My Wings

I'll fly high to the sky
To see the mighty God
I'll carry my gourd
Filled with palmwine
To bless His son, the Christ
I'll tell him my suffering
Perhaps focus, he lost of happenings
I'll say i have become Christ's passion
That man seeks my destruction
I'll tell Him man thanks Him
For their headaches
That they blame Lucifer
For their wars and squalid and champagne

I'll fly to Lucifer
Man says he's a murderer, the destroyer
We shall drink tea
We shall have a feast
I'll beg him to relax
From wickedness for a week
The earth, the, shall feed the pauper and the weak
A truce we shall have

Oh! Man's truant heart
How strange he is.