Faustina Addae, a missing name

How do any of us ever make it to see tomorrow 
When the rose cottage seems so close by 
Why do I hear funeral bells, they ring loud in my ears 
In my backyard, with familiar names 

Like a roll call of the living and each time  
A name goes missing on the list inscribed  
I just found a hole in my back yard again 
Stepped close and looked inside shadow-less grave 

It laid empty, empty but prepared for burial 
Tomorrow I know it would be covered 
And another name would go missing 
From the list of the living 

The shadow-less man calls out  
The shadow-less man calls out 
The shadow-less man calls out 

A voice in a room, goes missing, vanishes 
Leaving echoes of her voice behind 
An old friend, kicked the bucket this day
It made a loud sound, and woke the neighbors 

When I got there, there was no one present 
Just the bucket and the sound it made 
How do any of us ever make it to see tomorrow 
When the rose cottage seems so close by and calling 

Why do I hear funeral bells, they ring loud in my ears 
In my backyard with familiar names calling 
A name goes missing yet again on the list of the living 
Faustina Addae would not respond to her name, calling out 

The girl with the loudest voice of joyful living 
Has gone silent in a crowded room 
She joined the names that went missing from the living 
Faustina Addae, will not respond to her call 

Now a missing name among the living  
Faustina, Foustina, Faustina Addae 
Now a missing name among the living 
Rest in peace dear friend, Faustina, rest in peace 

KSJI Auxiliary NO554 

Dried Out Roses

A torn heart bleeds tears of sorrowful affliction  
When little angels die harsh to the bone 

Bleed is simple, cut and you see blood 
But not when emotional veins in the heart are ripped out  

She was only little, an angel with baby wings 
Bright as the birth of a new star beaming 

The winds have been rough and strong, dried out roses 
This weathers play has been wicked to the bone, dried out roses

To put off a young lit candle, innocent lights 
To take away a life with sparks, emotions lost  

Children rhymes now hold hallow 
The joy of hearing has turned to haunt 

And tears flow non stop like  larva 
Erupting from the sore of this wounded earth 

Your memory is with joy and intelligence, dried out roses  
Pain pierces the heart rapid  in succession, emotional bleed 

I heard your voice in my sleep last night, last night 
I felt your energy leave to join the universe 

And now you are the star I see up in the sky 
And each night I will see you shining rays on me 

Yet earth misses you, Nana Ama 
I miss you, to have gone so soon, dried out roses 

If it rains in Georgia, it rains in Accra

Rain drops on my window 
Singing melodies of distant memory echoing sounds 

I sing along to it, it rains down here in Georgia 
And it rains all around the world 

Each line drawn, codes 
Unraveling messages in a bottle 

The rain keeps me grounded 
It allows thoughts to digest 

We have been going for far too long 
Far too long now on cross roads 

Each line drawn out to hypnotize me 
Into a world I have long forgotten about 

It rains down here in Accra 
And I feel the age in time we have lost 

I am back now on your streets again 
Almost as a foreigner to find my way again 

You have changed in so many ways 
Guess I have too, in so many ways 

I have not yet visited my pilgrim home 
Down in Dansoman where memories were first made  

In my safe place my mind always takes me there 
I have not yet visited home Datus so close by 

Last I did it was walled like a prison vaulted entombed 
So different from how I knew it to be, free as before 

Strange, with strangers living there at present 
I have not yet visited home, last I did I got lost 

It rains here in Georgia, a rainy night in Georgia 
That was some old country and western song 

Drawing nostalgic emotions out of me 
Played on XYZ fm, dial on  the end tune 

This is me, sitting in a traffic jam in Accra slow 
Each light flash on my window takes me there and back 

It rains here in Accra, it rains all around the world 
It rains in Georgia too, it rains in Georgia too 

Memory, a picture book

Memory, snap view

Ray of the sun gaze, colours

Print out xerox 

A Single Candle Light Burns

I will hold a candle for you, this ghost town

Name where status stands on fountains 

In the centres of central middle square with old glory

Like Trafalgar square with old glory

I will hold a candle for you in this windy state

Where the sand has invaded and occupies space

Determined to claim back to nature as a debt owed 

I will hold a candle for you, old mining towns 

That brought wealth and dreams of men no longer here 

To assert the importance you once held on treasure's gold rush 

Sceptics and philosophers say nothing last forever mortality 

Adds more value to meaning and then it is lost 

And then it is lost when time expires on what essence we hold 

But I will hold a candle out for you, a single candle light burns 

Live through me, my vessel as strong and big 

Enough to carry such weight of memory 

Live with me announce revitalisation 

And have old woods become fuel to burn this flame 

Keeping us warm in ghost towns 

Where echoes whisper and the candle light burns 

I will hold a candle out  in your name, for you 

For glory for your memory in essence more for me 

And have sentiments bask in our memory 

For I do treasure holding this candle light bright 

You became an ancestry in chapters written 

As rock foundation we stand on you for firm support 

As I watch you join the gods this solemn night 

Steps blessing bliss

Innocent lights bright 

Imagery invisible friends I have  

My childhood steps in bliss 

A memory box

As part of the route 66,  through life 
Nightingale signals that, there is one we are tasked to
Ordinarily it seems impenitent, effortlessly required  


But it has to be honoured  that is the deal  
With the price required of one 
On inevitability, it has to be paid 


Not so heavily on one's stock 
At a go, of such price required  to see 
Hence its absence, the realization of commitment  

Pushed to the background, like breath 
With easy, unassuming and unimposing 
Settle with repertoire and without macho 


Yet it exists in ways that comes to light 
Manifest when need be, and it is called upon. 
One of these days you will come to know such notion 


When you are tasked to recall on account  
You will realize, that every passage in life
Takes from one and gives of its own 

In transformation as necessary 
Just as the nightingale sings 
On beds of roses to change colour  


Every individual or occurrence  
Leaves an imprint of their memory 
And take that of one, as exchange of gifts 


Sometimes seen vivid in daylight apparition  
You came to mind, deep from my sub-conscience 
Like a ghost from once upon a time on route 66 


At night when the nightingale sings
In the pre-dawn of darkness, you came to mind 
Her music pours out memory, you came to mind 

911 Darkened Clouds

A decade past, just like yesterday's dawn 
Still within the echoes of winds 
Cries of the innocent can be heard 


When help line numbers , we call for help
Are hijacked by the soulless,  for havoc on us  
And 911 becomes a darkened cloud 


Within the rains that pour  on us 
Tears of the innocent accompany the drop  
And gravity pulls the falling strong, through windows fall 


Like a ghost haunt, on repeat play  
The dust of horror, itched in memory's hold
Consumed a mixture of race and gender with no preference 


No preference of religion, creed or age  
With mangled steel of once so great  
To symbolise human endeavor stand 


A decade past, when sons, daughters  
Sisters, brothers, wives, fathers, grandfathers 
Grandmothers, friends, oh friend lost 


A decade past since I last heard your cry  
But the winds carry your memory strong
The winds, will always carry your memory, I hold