When Power Fell

Do not call to the night
And expect a response

The light of day was so given
For man to make hay

From the dew's shower
That grace the morning

Like face wash to awaken minds
Symbols of life so given

And the birds will fly after morning
Songs of praise to acknowledge their maker

The animals will wake and stretch
Their hibonated muscles to allow blood flow

The trees will photosynthesis
Getting drunk on our breath

And man will get the chance
To make memory in the day

To laugh and to cry
To feel and to touch
To hear and to see
To smell and to taste
To eat and to drink
To love and to hate
To smile and to frown
To crawl, walk, run and to swim
To fall and find our feet again
To make memory
Oh to make sweet memories

Do not call out to the night
And expect a response

When the light of day is gone
And we are no longer given grace

All that is to be done by day
Should be exhausted before the night

Do not waste a second in a minute
Do not waste a minute in an hour

Do not waste an hour in a day
Do not waste a day in a week

Do not waste a week in a month
Do not waste a month in a year

Do not waste a year in a decade
Do not waste a decade in a century

If you are lucky to live a century long
To be known as a centurian, for that long

If you are, mind you, a decade
Comes fast for ten to be complacent

Let your name be mentioned
And be known a thousand years

For what you were able to achieve
In the light of day, bright as day

Do not call to the night
And expect a response

For by then we are no longer
Blessed with grace

And it is only the haunted
And trapped that screams at night

Begging to be heard again
When all that live by day

Have long hanged their coat
For they have no business with the night

In Loving Memory of
Cornelius Korbla Deynoo
Sleep well through the night

Have no reason to wake
And call unto the night, sleep well.

I Am Forever Rasta

Take a glass of water and gently
Slowly sip through, feel all the senses
The taste, the wetness, the awareness 

The temperature, 
Feel the flow of it, as it is ...Yeah, Mon
As it goes through your throat

Feel the grip of the glass,
See the colour of the water,
Memorise every act you make

In drinking the water
In quenching your thirst
In being alive, feeling alive ....Yeah, Mon

We take so much for granted
Until we have no breath left in us.
When we die we remain still, stone as still

Stone as; where we had our last breathe
Until someone comes and takes us,
A love one, comes for us....Yeah, Mon

Organise a ceremonial burial
And offer us with that last dignity
As burial, my burial rite

We are nothing without love,
Nothing without companionship,
Nothing without empathy,  care...Yeah, Mon

Someone has to give you
Your last dignity of burial rites.
A passage to ancestral lands

But do not bring falsehood
To my burial grounds
Honour me your true feelings..Yeah, Mon, as true

When I am gone.
Speak of me as I was
My good, my bad and my ugly,

For Rasta will and forever always
Be a realist, no apologise.
I am forever Rasta, in loving memories.. Yeah, Mon

NO APOLOGISE, Yeah Mon,
NO APOLOGISE
IN LOVING MEMORY

Lighthouse Dimming Light

Lighthouse with dimming lights  
People and places, lonely candles 
Memories and scents, that came to me 


It is said that memory is a foreign country 
I visited once upon a time and a place 
On voyage, through time that stood out 


How many faces would I see in my life time 
If I am to average 75 calenders on this earth 
How many would stick and be known 


And have the rest as grains in their millions  
Blurred like speeding lights on highways  
Absent at the gates of my memory box 


But the few that became a part of my memory 
Held firm their place to stand like a lighthouse 
Just a thought brings up faces, they hold 


Dim lights, I just heard you passed away, dim light 
One of my lighthouses just went dim, lonely candles 
A grain that found a face in my memory is gone to rest 

Dim Lights "Whitney Houston"

Is tomorrow the judgement day  
Stood at t'  front line, rows of candles, to account to
To answer for, what I did with this life  


Memories, bubble joy and a life lived  
I did say in my time, in my time, I saw many a face   
I traveled the world, and knew love 


I knew love, that cared I mothered one, fathered one 
And walked a thousand red carpets 
With masked emotions, finding myself  


I fought my demons, that shadowed my blessing 
An angelic voice lost to this world 
A soul free, bird's flight 


My star is now dim slow burn on candle lights  
Is tomorrow the judgement day 
For I feel light, on weight, drying out leaves 


And being relieved of the burden I hold 
I bathed in waters, immersed bubbles 
To cleanse my soul, before going  


Though as it stands, on reflection
 If tomorrow is the judgement day 
I will not be looking back, with sorrow 


This life was just a passage, and I enjoyed it steps 
And yes, for the love and songs we shared 
It would take eternity to break us, so don't cry 

Sown Alive

Sown alive in a window  
Behind plants that gather form  
They climb to surround, they engulfed her soul    


She sat there naked in cradle 
Her eyes engaged, glowing psychedelic 
Embrace to enchant, deep contemplation  


Her thoughts capture distance, of escape 
Clouds, shape formers signals a paradigm change 
They conjure rainbow twinkle, then contradicts  


Beauty that calls out, the allure of seduction 
Sent men and women on their knees with delight 
To worship her voice of Venus 


Like the green leaves that surrounds
She held life full, radiant, gifted 
Artistic loving, enigma of a kind, kindly 


But she was sown alive 
Still with life, so much left in her 
She was sown alive 


Sometimes the winds carry her singing voice 
Thoughts of her comes to mind with twinkles of melody 
And in that instant she takes life's form again 


Long enough until the music stops 
Long enough to delight to celebrate her life
Long enough in 3 minutes while her songs play 

Life's Adventure

Ahoy, adventures and pirates; couples and lovers all on board..
We will travel through the night this day, through life this day..
So owls are asked to shine their eyes wide, bright
And lead the way, like the stars in the heavens, lead the way

No room for parrots
They talk too much 
Always giving away our hide out spots


The tide will go down after a while
The adventure, will slow down in it steps 
Poppy flowers, will be plucked surrender (ed)
To honour the dead in passing

And we will have many a story or two to tell
While sitting on old derelict boats or two 
Strolling hand in hand, looking out to sea 
And cherishing t' good old days we had together

For The Silent Gone

Empathy brings to mind old souls 
To honour pillars,  foundations of humanity
For theirs was with loving soul, a loving soul 


An inspiration
He who knew them, knew their care
He who loved them, loved their spirit, their passion


If they could be here today
They did have plenty to say
Just in few words, for they were with proverbs wisdom


As the wise do say
If  the  old souls could be here  this day 
I did have plenty to utter in words to their ears


In appreciation of what road paths they took me on
Our hearts are filled with sorrow of loss
But our joy is to celebrate what life they lived.


And I stand not to share tears of an end
But to say farewell until we meet again,
I will carry the chalice of your souls, your existence 


And your life will live, forever in my memory
This is not to cry sorrow, but to cry joy 
This is to celebrate lives lived


This is to honour old heroes
When  finally new lights wake in unknown world
Know I light a candle to honour your souls here

This is your day

This is your day, parties of soiree
Swaying and rendering
Marries of joyous memories of bliss


Blessed and ushered
Crowned and witnessed
By all who love and care, with humility


Yeah on the day, you are royalty
With the pianist, ready in waiting
To start with the grand entry


Heads turned as you
Stand by the door way
On a bright and beautiful day


Smiles lighting up, as exposed teeth
Fells up the room, yes this is your day
When the priest waits on you 
Before the ceremony starts


Beside you as you stride down
The ail is a father perplexed
By the joy of giving you away
Awaiting is your soon to be better half


Scares of all the nightmares
Cast away into the emptiness
Of a world far, far away
With no bridge to bring it back
To this world, sealed away


Yes this is your day, when your dream man
Is stood in waiting in the finest suit
Yes this is your day, when you are draped in
White beautiful lace, of  a wedding gown


And when the ceremony is over
You are whisked away into
A paradise
A fitting way to begin
A marriage
A honeymoon


A marriage blessed to last a life time
Yes this is your day
Parties of soiree
Swaying and rending, in humility 
Marries and memories of bliss.

Darda, In loving memory

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Darda; Oh darda..

Not much is said of you these days..

By now you are only with fossil..

Beneath the sandy beach grounds..

Keta where  paradise, was once where you lived ...

Palm trees that stood on up high, in compounds..

Oh you were with grace, this for me was paradise..

Come to bear on post, in spots, on earth's domain..

Who if not but you, to be made the keeper of such realm..

I was too young to have memory of face..

Or is it that I have seen too much..

To remember, that far back..

But remember I do, with calmness in my heart..

Like a rain wash on volcanic eruptions..

And when I do and do I do, 
Of course I do of stories told...

About you in-front of the open fire..

I know, so dearly you are missed..

So dearly you are missed 

Sour hearts of many, spread like wild fire..

Desperate to be stopped in it's destruction..

But for who, that task is given to..

You were lost before setting sight..

On many of your grand children and after..

Longing to be awash
With songs, you sang..
You sang 

#Eh ame wu ga,
# eeeeh ame wu ga ..
#Oyo gbetor gbe tor 
#Oyo ga, ga me tor 
#Oyo gbetor,  gbetor  tor naye dey !!!!
#Ame wu ga lo hoooo
#Ame wu ga lo hoooo

And man is greater than wealth..
Than wealth surely 
Man is greater than wealth 

Oh Darda, Darda..

Not much is said of you these days..

By now you are only with fossil..

Beneath the sandy beach grounds..

In your graceful, restful place..

But for your love will be alive forever..

And when love sit in communion..

Your song is sang in memory..

And you become alive again 
In ascension Darda..

Finding a good spot to Rest

We live to breathe..
Another day..
We breathe..
For those no longer here..

We carry ..
In hearts their  joyful memory,..
We laugh and cry...
In loving memory..


We love with joy so wondrous ..
For a colourful persona 
A character, so loving..

Oh, what a character 
To be lost from this world..


We light a candle...
In your name, ..
We say our farewells..
To your Soul..


Till we meet again, friend..
We live and breathe, another day,..
We breathe breaths living..
With your joyous memories...

Find a good spot..
Oh chap, fellow, oh mate
And Rest in Peace..
Till we meet again..


We live and breathe..
In loving memory..

We live and breathe 
Another day 

Whisker of winds, In passing Memory

The wind that passed by..
Without a sound,..
He left no notice..
To announce his going, gone..


This day as usual before..
As the day before, year 2001...
On Brunel stands, posed
Sat on Ferraris, picture perfect
Oh what fun it was, in memories reminisce 

He sends no notice, farewell..
To love ones, kisses and cries..
Goodbyes; you will be missed..
If only I knew you will, did be gone...

Then came this day...
Casually they spoke of the passing..
The shock painted on my face..
As Edward Munch did of The Scream..

He was long gone, in ghostly passage..
And the coffin is only with Skeletons..
Of what vibrant life there once was..


A chance whisker of wind ..
That shook the tree branch..
As your name got mentioned in passing..
Brought you alive again in memory..

I mourn the passing by..
Only heard of it today..
Dearly departed...
Rest in Peace, oh friend..