Lines Marked on Lily’s Heart

There are few people who observe to see
That which is hidden far within
Away from eyes that genuinely care
To conceal the scar that so often stares.

Each time your eyes silently speak
In those nights, in those tumultuous moments
I beckon back albeit coded
Saying: Do not let your placid spirit shrink

19 November, 08. University of Ghana.

Thoughts on a Poets Weak Bed II

A hole dug here, a hole dug there
Sealing up our lies that lie everywhere
We ,ust be crazy for our arbitrary digging
Done long after our fine polishing

Thoughts on a Poets Weak Bed

We poets are like rags
Called in time to wipe
The messy madness of politicians;
Our praise lies on some hill up high