Saying I love you

another opening of the eyes

another break of the day

another chance to continue or make amends

another day to say I love you

Death forget us

Could you believe what I saw

Wrapped in a golden Plata

Delivered into my hands

Shinning like the royal she is?

Death forget us, sister

Just as we couldn’t make ourselves out

I AM A WONDER

I am a wonder

Made by a wonderful being

Because I live in a wonderful world

Full of wonderful happenings

I do wonderful things

WHEN WILL DAYBREAK COME?

When will daybreak come?

The smoky sky is gone

From where the shinning glory went

Along with the setting sun.

The muddy smelling breezes come

Scattering unclear shadows below

Oh failure, you rise high into the sky

How did flesh and blood do it

Generations gone have been failed

With what they left behind

Even those unborn and yet to come

The single mother earth

Still carries in her arms after her delivery

Tired and worn out, her day old twin

Grazing cattle on bare earth

Burning off industrial waste

Whereas above, the smoky sky goes

To join the setting sun

Eyes will close and not blink

At the rot left on top of you

Flies breeding, feet walking

Air blowing you cannot breathe

Where they lie scattered as a heap

On the their lips they pipe it out

From organs darker than the smoke out

The smoky sky goes

Along with its setting sun

When will daybreak come?

Many are her stale born

Nurtured in her womb

Many, her pain and aches

Now this sighing and mourning

Unconcerned, we looked and watched

What our hands and voice could change

Till into the skies it went

In thick smoke with the sun to set

When will daybreak come?

Flowing streams turn quick sand

Their visiting birds can no more fish but perch

And feel the cool fresh breeze

On the once an arable land turned desert

With stinking waste harmful to our health

Here the scraps lay along your banks, oh mother

Once a beautiful bank where the people stood

Now in scattered shadows

Speaking To Me

She is speaking to me

In the gentle moving waves

The blowing roaring sounds

In touches that move to and fro

The circumference of my soul

She is speaking, speaking since time

To the eyes and ears that came by

Per chance transported into her belly

Or swallowed but only to cleanly lick

Maybe once like has ever been done to their own

Oh come where is your hand?

Let me hold you while I shake them

Your transparent waves

Lined by the curves of their weeds and empty cans

Oh come give me your hands

In the middle of nowhere you are

Why not with me far from home

The setting sun will blind my eyes

While jealousy climb high into the skies

When it touches again at the curve

My face was covered in tears

While the beam reflected by your face I embrace

Was it fate that led me away

When I could have jumped into your clear waters

My life to lose just to be in that world with you?

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The Loveliness Is Gone Out

The loveliness is gone out
From the baritone voice
And in its place a flux
A flux of feign smile
Engulfed in a lisping speech

DANCE

Blow their frail branches to intertwine
Grow fresh and green their leaves
Even their hard dry bark
And in their embrace
Like currents, its mild shock;
Their comforting hold on the neck
Brief as they lie in a lock.

Has she not kept quiet for so long?

Have I not said it all, the same?

My deep breaths, my tearful eyes

They still speak for themselves even now

Have you not seen it all, my hand?

Have you not measured it all, its length?

How my sweat never got dried up

For a future very gloomy even now.

Bear me witness, that clear truth

Coming out of that weary soul

Which will not be heed to

I know she knows I know:

Countless fruits from the stalk

Countless gifts on her table

Countless words of promises

Have still not paved the way

If she knows I know she knows

That what I know, she wants not to know

But from them whom she loves most

Her, they have loved little if not

At the moment when eyes see it all

Differently: beautiful and peaceful;

Can it all end, suddenly, so soon?

If wondering thoughts can breed it all

Moments shared would forever turn dreams

That ever happened but for a while;

Moments gone will they wish

Should they end with one who touched the heart.

Heh! Will she ever speak?

Hmn! Will it ever be for me?

DANCE

Who will strike the strings
The strings of the harp?
Who will play its magical notes
To march away this deadening
The hanging cares and fears
Which resettles after dusting

She loves me but what is love’s crown

Which ends not at the altar?

What is love’s depth and foundation

Without a chance to trust and understand?

What are kisses which bears no fruits in the womb?

What are words flowing from the lips of a coward?

What are promises made not of the truth?

Many have been my night of loneliness

When solitude at an arm’s length

Stood ready to enter if called

On bent knees for a plea

In cool calm voice to appeal

Silent voices blurring on the ear drum

Only to warn, to chastise

To console not confuse

My heart still grows fonder forever

Its beat, still faster at her presence.

Has she not kept quiet for so long?

Have I not said it all, the same?

My deep breaths, my tearful eyes

They still speak for themselves even now.

Blewu oo

Nyε herea oo aoo  aoo

Sages of the beyond

Look down on us

Stretch forth your unfailing light on our way

Can we follow the path and still miss our trail?

We cannot go across the river now that the bridge has caved in

We turn left and right the enemy opens wide its mouth to swallow

Returning we’ll eat up our vomit

We swore by the living oracle

He forgives not when you fulfill not your word

His eyes go far even into the beyond

He searches the eyes and minds

No secretes go unknown under his presence

Nyε herea oo aoo  aoo

Back home they sit under the open sky

By the flickering oil palm light

Mounted they, their gourd of palm wine

No one pours it down but up into their throats

No one throws down the milled corn

To chant our names and redeem our heads from this shame

None has marked his body putting his cloth on his head

The darkness to peep through when the cowries are tossed

O wise sages

We have left in vain having none so worthy

None to even burn incense for our souls

Nyε herea oo aoo  aoo

Its over 40 days since our bodies were lowered

The red earth to lie on them

Mantse Ofe allowed his earth to open

And forbid it not to put a hem on us

As we hear their foot steps

And how they plan to drink our wine

Dance with our children

And make love to our wives

I shiver in this cold thought

O sages look down on us

Pitiful sight and fumbling in words

This boat awaits us until the morn disappears

And we’ll be left here in this arid valley

Separated forever from our fathers

If you stretch not forth your mercy

Blewu oo

Look down on their folly and destroy not twice

Look down on the dying nature and restore it all

Look down on their innocence and send your light bearers

The sun is long gone since our departure

Let the dawn awake and give hope to our progeny

We await our deeds to be remembered

To descend on us and send us home

Let it not fail us like the grass on a jealous watch

Awaiting its groom, the early morning dew

And like our deeds let our weary souls find

Eternal rest in thy unfailing remembrance