Worms under my skin

Oh worm my skin finds

Irresistible its penetration

Like the awakening sun

On a glacier surface

My icy waters outpour

At your presence the more

From nowhere you appeared

Why this feeling

This feeling to possess you

Ideas and ideals are in the hands of a dreamer.

The Stars and Moon

Where have all the stars gone

I asked the fading moon

Alone he lay on a bed of silent expanse

And a sleeping glowing pillow

Alone he shined for all

And none showed him even a smile

Of gratitude nor belonging

Alone the scary nights

The catcalls of the bats

Filled his memory all night

And raging waves his ears

Breathe thou continuously this freshness

While the hands stayed at my side

With this gaze into perpetual endlessness

Legon, The Pride Of The Stars

Here we are

the pride of the stars

here we are

the black star hanging in the gold

between the flora and the blood

            we call thee to arise

            arise oh Legon arise!

Thou tongue that spits in the heart

thou hand that holds high the sceptre

thou who blazes the trail

thou on whose shoulders we stand

thou who has reached the highest

            to thee we say ayekoo

            to thee our remembrance even from the grave

The old mother of the feeding hills

the hope of the coast of gold

the cloth that covers our nakedness

the silence is deafening

the shining light we await

            we’ve called thee to arise

            fill us full thy enlightened breadth!

When we see the dew fall on our lawn

from thy bountiful sky in the morn

when the tower light at the great hall

has shown the only way through the dawn

surely we shall see thee

            arisen oh Legon arisen

            shining brightest above, among the stars

After I bubble 'I do'

She wore her cowries

I wore my colours

Shooting star? Changing clouds?

Before I bubble I do

Promise fulfilled held up

Divinely designed dots

Ready to swear into time

On tip-toe not from thick lips

But on her lipstick

After I bubble I do

I will wear her cowries

She will wear my colours 

Throw me no corn

You throw me corn

My feathers to tie

So that in your time

You pass me water

My throat to slash

With subtleness you sing my praise

How glorious my feathers are

You chant my admiration

Only for my beak to open

Its booty at thy feet to fall

Middle Of Nowhere

In the middle of no where

I am

Not knowing if I should go on

I wonder

In the middle of nowhere

I find nothing

Nothing I am searching

But hay and dry grass

One laughing at the other

One crying after laughing

Terrible things I cannot say

Horrible, better than all I have seen

I don’t know.

Who am I?

Of course I am not a beast

I know

I chew grass

Unlike the ground underneath my feet

I throw away the water that seeps not through my pores