Garden Wars

Do not be eager to turn the soil 
Plant seeds and water the seedlings 
On a neighbor's garden, carrot soup  

It is all good and well in words 
Promises that may have been made 
But the season is long, cabbages and potatoes 

And harvest time brings more people 
To the farmer's house, farmer's farm 
That other wise feels deserted, lettuce wrap 

But with you and your neighbor 
When such promises were made 
Of neighborly share, apples and oranges 

Do not be too hasty to count 
The harvest on your neighbor's farm 
On promises made, chicken and eggs 

The season is long 
And other factors once not conceded 
May come into play, corn and butter 

\Silent mouths find their voices 
Ghost find their interest to take form 
Reclaiming where their interest lies, tomatoes and pepper 

Do not be in a hurry my dear friend 
To lay claim on a neighbor's harvest 
Save yourself from such disappointment, broccoli and cheese 

The season is long 
And the seedlings have only been planted  
Do not be in a hurry, haste to lay claim, beef stew 

The Farmer and The Hunter Analogy

The hunter and the farmer 
An analogy that serves 
To establish a notion of 
Temporary and permanent stands 

The energy that holds 
A fire in perpetual stay 
Cannot afford to burn as fast 
With such intensity 

That radiates a heightened sense
Of excitement at high peak 
It is only the gods that have that ability 
Apollo Helios as the sun god 

Nothing that good can hold form 
That long, a golden rule 
To be observed 
It stands, it stays 

Casanova would have failed 
Granted, in every relationship 
Past the excitement period, stages 
Running out t' windows has become his norm 

The hunter losses his essence 
Once the meat has all been eaten 
He has to go back hunting 
To remain relevant 

So tell me why should the farmer 
Worry about the hunter 
He's time is always limited 
The farmer and the hunter an analogy 

After all it is the start of farming 
That civilisation of man is drawn on 
It is said 

My roots and me

Where my roots lie 
Between civilization and lost worlds 
That sprung, flourished and vanished 
In a twinkle of an eye 

Where is Atlantis 
The Kings and Queens 
The high society and low class 
That once lived here 

The jewelry and sliver spoons 
The clay bowls and wine jugs 
The soldiers and debt collectors 
The beauty and the beast 

Where are all the old souls 
That passed away what of the young
and vibrant between space and the universe 
What form are they taking now 

Light as a feather or as heavy as a rock 
To become strangers in their own land 
Long forgotten and of their essence 
Are we ghost, souls of the dinosaur 

Where does my root lie, 
Between civilizations and the lost world 
Between yesterday and today 
In a twinkle of an eye 

A Ghanaian Caskets

It is hard to clean a mess 
This wide spread 
With splash this wide a range 

The task of knees to the floor 
With every tiny fine corner to clean 
Like dust spread on dessert roads 

A mess this great to clean 
The air feels stuffy filled with remnants 
Of what had just been executed by the beast 

Torn to shreds like pieces of meat 
Lying around in an open field 
Of wild grass with blood stains 

Bury me in my sleep
In a casket made in Ghana 
In reflection of my life 

Just make sure it is with dreams 
And not nightmare 
I lie in this rest sleep with 

Do not put me in a cage 
With my heart still haunted 
As torture to hold 

I will have to fight myself to death 
And then repeat in essence 
The whole scene over again 

Over and over and over again 
Like a ghost in a haunted house 
Claiming property rights 

Over and over and over again  
Bury me in a casket made in Ghana 
In reflection of my life 

So I can continue 
Being myself 
Long after I am gone, in skeleton state

Journeys Due South

Due north, due south 
I have crossed these rivers 
That flow due south 

Swimming chest deep 
In the raining season, on high tides 
And walking on the river beds on low tides 

Like old bird's nest 
With debris as ghost that laid 
Of what was once before 

Broken branches, tweaks 
And dead leaves brown and yellow 
That voyaged passed this junction joint 

Would never again in slopping rivers 
That flows down south 
Regardless of the season 

Their tribulations I have known 
But would never again host I pray 
By the river front I stand 

Age is like the old river 
With debris that passed once before 
Would never again host this time 

I have witnessed 
I pray sage gives me the wisdom 
To remember 

Clock work

Tic toc a second away 
Fingers on the buzzer 
Say tic toc 
Tic toc 

One fat and one slim 
And one that forgot
He was suppose to move, tic toc 
When the buzzer went bang 

The third that is tic toc 
Just moving ever so slow 
When all is said and done 
With a big bang, fingers on the buzzer 

Fingers on the buzzer 
Sixty of the seconds 
Makes a minute goes bang 
Tic toc fingers on the buzzer 

Round and round here we go 
Sixty of  the minutes  
Makes the hour goes bang 
Tic toc  fingers on the buzzer 

Fingers on the buzzer tic toc 
Fingers on the buzzer tic toc 
Oh just a second or so away 
Fingers on the buzzer 

Fingers on the buzzer 
Until the clock to goes bang 
Tic toc fingers on the buzzer 

Charlie Hebdo; No religion

I am a cartoonist, an artist 
I am just a guy with a pencil and a paper 

It is not as though 
There is too much salt in the water 

It is as the situation stands 
The whole water is just salt 

There are no religions
There are no sinners 

My country is without boarders 
I am a man without a country 

There are no black areas of shades  
There are no white areas of shades 

It is all blurred in grey 
No blood so red 

No cut so deep 
No handle on the butcher's knife  

No symbols and affiliation 
No secret handshakes on alters 

We are living in a nightmare 
Where all the monsters dreamed of, come alive 

The nut house is empty 
The inmates a' the guards running this ward

The President has a secret 
Greater than the man about to be hanged 

Do not look directly in their eyes 
The sun will blind you a' rob you of the day 

Hide the last manuscripts 
The decree ruled, is to burn all books 

Do not look for mother 
To be our saving grace  

She has long converted 
And we are all aliens to her course 

Blood is lighter than water 
And the sun dries it out so fast, desert rain

Amnesia is our luck to be found 
Stops us from remembering the pain 

I am a cartoonist, an artist 
I am just a guy with a pencil and paper 

Why would you brake my pencil 
And scatter my blood so raw

Eager Beaver Love

Eager beaver eyes on the prize 
Looking for a target to start with 

If the sun should set 
Then man would have something to hide 

It is given, like a rule in this world 
A verse somewhere in old chapters written 

She attest there must be 
Surely indeed there must 

If the sun rises and sets 
And gravity holds to the law of physics 

Why would this notion 
Be of false state  

So she keeps looking 
A detective on the sniff for trouble 

Come here trouble, testify my resolve 
She keeps looking 

Eager beaver, eyes on the prize 
Looking for a target to start with 

There is a writing on the wall 
Blurred but with manifesting notions 

Miracle on 34th Street

If only you believe 
I can make you a believer 

I have seen the Prince 
Being humble like a slave 

I have witnessed the sun 
Give in to the moon 

I have watched spring's flower 
Blossom in the darkest of winter 

I can testify to all 
Indeed I have bared witness 

I have seen a thick forest 
In the middle of the hottest desert 

I have witnessed a fish 
Walk out of water and still with life  

I have watched the air 
Turn solid while I breathe 

I have seen it all 
Indeed I bared witness 

To know nothing is ever 
Just in one dimension 

And miracles do happen 
On 34th Street 

If only you believe 
I can make you a believer 

Love and the road topsy-turvy

Speed is time over distance traveled 
First past the post 

Behind wheels 
And to be known as a petrol head 

I am going fast, am moving fast 
But caution is always a guide 

To stop when the red light comes up 
Slow at a time on the amber 

But in cases, case study 
When the lights are off 

There is always the traffic cop 
To direct my projection 

That is how it is suppose to be 
For law and order, that is the deal 

Yet on this occasion 
No show, traffic light and the cop 

To be replaced by a drunk 
Junkie on the road directing traffic 

Begging for change for service rendered 
Please Sir, can I have some change please 

A recipe for disaster 
Clash of the tartans 

Metal against metal, topsy-turvy 
Two cars on a collision course 

And I am caught in the middle 
About to become a disaster 

Tribal Wars

Tribal wars
Drums heard from a distance  

Language of another 
Tribal marks, the enemy is near  

An enemy, for you are different 
By tongue and language 

Tribal wars 
Skin color so deep 

Hair and eyes, size 
Sentiment of the paranoia 

Fear from old folktales 
They eat babes alive, alive I say 

I will bring down your house 
I will seize your love 

And bury you as an enemy 
For we are from different clans 

Tribal wars 
Tribal wars 

But save me when I am on my knees 
And I will be grateful 

It would be a deed as humanity 
And I will be grateful 

So long as you do not enter my house 
And be friends with my kind 

A stranger will be more welcome 
Than a neighbor

In my house, men from foreign lands we welcome 
But not you; tribal wars, tribal wars a neighbor 

Who stands to gain 
From insistence on valuing our differences 

History says we were once brothers 
History says we are sworn enemies 

Tribal wars 
Tribal wars 

Who is speaking my language 
Who's am I speaking 

Eyes, and size 
Skin color so deep 

Tribal wars 

Time and Space

Time is an escape of a version 
Between yesterday and now 

Tomorrow never comes 
Arms stretch to touch 

Halo realms 
Tomorrow never comes 

Unless I have been wrong 
All along about the magician's gift 

Pulling rabbits out of the hut 
Except for these and long ribbons being pulled 

Could I have been wrong 
Have I been wrong all these while 

Is this world as quantum's prophecies 
Spirit science a bridge between worlds 

Never mind the complexities of our essence 
Just put something on we are going to be late 

Time is an escape of versions 
Between yesterday and now 

Do you mind
We are going to be late 

Time and space 
Love and science