Selsie

as I await her graceful descent
I recoil from a generation imbued with contempt
a prelude to a long awaited era of bliss
for the cancerous fear to be dismissed by her kiss.
a kiss I say from lips as smooth as silk
shattering the walls of shadows and such ilk.
I clamber up my hill of pride as her light stabs my recluse
for she is my crescent in my starless sky
painted by the tears of a thousand suns
and blotted by the sins of my undying ancestors.
my struggle has no direction or meaning
if I fail in gaining her acceptance
if I tire in my quest of persuading her love
because for me heaven lies in her bosom
her treasure house of emotions
reminding me of how human I am
but of the god I could be
as she is a goddess to me.

Such and Such

Brew in an African pot of ignorance,
my best feigned reaction is intolerance.
In a matrix filled with imitators
and sins judged by duplicators
I tire at the feet of originators.
Words of a preaching wanderer
are lost in the actions of a believing conqueror.
For my dreams require a skill to ascend this hill
but sorrow and ill prescribe the pill
while my might and will foot the bill.
Of tunes strung from my heart
consumed and abandoned flat
of dead eyes proclaiming a story,
an existence devoid of glory
Of such and such
And very much more of much

AKWAABA

I dream a dream
in which I dream
of peace and happiness,
chatter and laughter.
Of a time of joy
where greetings are hugs
and smiles are our currency.
Where strangers are friends
and friends family.
But I awake
to the echo of silence
and memories of grandeur.
I say AKWAABA
Welcome I say
Welcome to my jungle
where pain is your pay
and happiness a dream,
where teeth are ground
to soothe the ill
and screams abound
like the air we breath.
Where night is day
and day a mirage,
tears quench the thirst
and sleep tames hunger
Welcome to my jungle
Welcome to my home
Welcome to Africa.

SOUL

as I wait for ma curses to be broken, I feast with my demons and watch
my egos seethe with envy
my fall from grace is halted as the ghouls within me battle for supremacy and scar the fields, draining them of the need for deeds. at the climax, I twist and turn hoping to escape my end,
to establish symmetry in this skewed reality
and console the witches weeping at my feet
giving each a reason to hate
and yet a need to love

UNTITLED

marching through the rain
my persuasions are the only shelter from the pain
exertions of a tormented soul
a life sacrificed,hung on a pole
time spent lecturing a specter
i become invisible to the coming inspector
guilty as charged
i do detest those in charge
matching looks and character
the balance of power I do fracture
a willing Isaac to the cause
though littered with flaws
my opinions might demand a pause

a detour to a lost paradise
forty days to our promised land
a corrupted mirage of Nirvana
to days wasted on a flickering tube
to fingers fitter than ourselves
to dreams aborted on a couch
and aroused discussions of failures
to incepted protests
and choreographed illusions of peace
to order born of chaos

FAITH

laying siege to the mental fortress
i realize my role in this travesty
a conscript for hire,
a believer in ice and fire,
i rally for spiritual diffusion
yet invoke cultural infusion.
these symbols are symptoms to our illness
a foreboding of our emotional frailness
the dying illumination in the murky waters.
no indoctrination can question my theology
for the abbacy rules with no apology - Deuteronomy
prodded with fear, we comply like animals - zoology
minds turned to mush, dreams are silenced with a shush
bullied by an eternal enigma
we find solace in delta, phi and zigma
and betray our trust in the picture
but beware my friends
for the freedom we seek only frees doom.