The bank of books

Books stocked, packed on shelves
Each word written by a beautiful mind 

Some as rich as the value of  true wealth 
Some as rare as the sight of a red emerald  

Some as records of events that was   
Some as fiction and some as law 

Some as print media dated 18 something 
Some before the time of the industrial age 

Some on sheepskin rolled round as scrolls  
Some for kids, poetry and music books   

Some by Darwin about the evolution of nature 
Some by Einstein on the theory of relativity 

Some by Shakespeare, said of Othello  
Some by  Wordsworth and some by Victor Hugo

This is the house the bank of books 
Where all of knowledge is kept stacked on shelves 

The End of Time

Another voice heard out from the box bellowing 
News media, another breaking news to follow 

News flash, heightened reviews  
Sound bites, every second that follows 

The cloud cover lost its greyness, blue sky 
It is all raining red, sky fall 

Meteorites falling out of the sky 
Rainbows fading in colour 

Panic buttons pressed on repeat 
Food hoarders out in force 

Guns loaded and packed with intent 
Do not call a man's bluff in anarchy  

Without a casket measured to fit 
Made by the undertaker just for you 

Own all, sell all, frantic markets, last request 
What rooms do pretenders have in these times 

Newsflash, I heard you came through the back door 
And your room is all packed up, lets have a toast then 

The fire place seems the only ground of refuge 
Not for escape, relief, but for the waited time 

Lets have a toast then, a toast  
Lets have a toast for the end times 

Voices In The Wind

There is always a voice in the winds 
Blowing west to the south, east to the north 

There is always a whisper in the winds 
Echoing, distorted cacophony of chat 

There is always a ghost in the shadows 
Taking forms of the shapes to form 

There is always a scare a sense 
Of a presence, eerily and haunting 

There, yet when I look it stays empty 
There, thoughts and wander prolonged 

There and dreams are just the same 
Mystery that surround this world 

My route, mapped out

Found reasons on seasons  
To facilitate my observation's path 

Mapped out contours body art 
With topography on hills and valleys 

My palm is to be read 
As this tattoo of my habitation 

Earth is a line, drawn for directions 
Each is my own route map I take 

Jail break on thoughts baffles   
The avenue of my junctions 

Compasses are made from the stars 
On the globe I carriage on as a traveler 

Between time and space 
Each wrinkle, marks a passage drawn 

Tomorrow I will be with the cosmos 
As a stardust that once walked this earth 

A Lucky Charm

You are like the beginners luck 
I make a wish and each time I see you 
A lucky charm, a company to enjoy 

I heard a whisper, faint loud from the winds 
That called my name, it called me out 
Named me with a tap on my shoulder 

Your aura precedes you, a sense of your presence 
So I turned a' looked, far and long, on instinct call  
At the personification of your whole emerging 

You are like the beginners luck 
I make a wish, each time I see you 
And hope you stay, just that long by my side  

Stand by me, hand in hand, my warn chocolate  
My lucky charm, my beautiful flower blossom 
My beginners luck, you are like my beginners luck 

My Love Don Go

Time it seems wants to take his own back 

Like a playground child w' ownership in his hands 
Enforcing with intent to bully emotion sadness into joy 
It is mine I want it back, in insistence he holds 


Regardless of your present stands of declare 
I am more than cheerful for being that crude 
Time it seems wants to collect his own back 
Like minutes run, allowed on jukebox dance mat 


Enforcing the echoes of silence in mid-dance 
Courtesy is over rated and without show to falter 
It is mine, I want it back; hear me loud
And the heavens can rain tears regardless  

Time it seems wants to take his own back  
Like a plague on harvested grain
To leave courtship dead in the course of try
But what of love and what passion we share


What of the entwined bond we hold of touch 
What of promises we made in dream's pool 
Time it seems wants to collect his own back 
As seasons ends and autumn emerge 


We met on crossroads, on routes home
We shared a den and scattered like birds disturbed  
O my love don go, the cruelty of time clouds heavy 
The rains gather with tears to mourn this premature 

This love, this soul, this empty shell

Love for get me not 

If I kick this bucket old 

My mortal hearts fade  

In the mix of entanglement

Standing at the cross roads 
With arrows, pointing on all directions


I was born and laid an egg from the womb 

Push me close away too far away, push me away 


Love me hate me on passion rage union
Love me for I was rightfully right, wrong, right

Choke me on allowed breath 

Allow me inversion of my private space

Brave panic with confidence wobble 

Embrace let go and hold loose tight


Entangled ropes straight sanity of discourse 
We hold to pull opposing knots tied  

Oh how did we get near this far 

Find me where salt water and fresh do mix 


And I would have roses to give to love 
Who came from the south going to the south 


As we love and quarrel and burn bridges 
To entangle and be torn, only to miss with heart's lonesomeness  

Capturing a flower

This flower, capturing this moment  
A stretch out to touch this gem 
This pearl, solidified to make fascination real 
Align allegiance with spectacular, this radiance  


To witness this moment 
To touch fairy wings and unicorn horns  
I have seen magic in its purest, in this life 
What delight of beauty ordained on nature  


When the heavens leaves open, oportune  
Curvature doors long enough ajar, this moment   
To witness paradise with such sight from earth 
And see rainbow radiate from within, this aura  


This angel, this moment, this smile 
This twinkle in the eye 
This star bright, this joy 
Forever captured, this flower  

An Obsession (1 of 3)

I have an obsession with the night 

It draws me in, like a feed 

Every night with transformation  

Oh, what mystery the nights holds 

From the earth to the heavens and beyond 

Darkness surrounds the blueness of  sky 

It leaves my defined ideation clouded in lost 

It says it all and says nothing at all  

Infecting my  mind to wonder madly 

Between  the safeness of dreams 

And nightmares haunt, that follows 

Surrealism conjures images and thoughts 

Insomnia would not excuse, as escape  

Invasion of thoughts that ponders wildly 

Orging with pleasure and of guilt and scare 

Drawn into hallucination with opened eyes wide 

Blearing borders of reality and dreams

Compelling with tacit, holding grounds at night 

I have an obsession with the night 
It wakes my primal being 
To tickle my senses 

Having a warm soup

We all meet up in the middle sometimes 
When the seasons are right 
We all brush off the mud on our boots 
On the doormat, that spells out welcome home 


Walking out of the cold into the warmth 
An empty chair seats idle  
With our names imprinted on, reserved  for
Like a movie director's chair with comfort 


Here take your coat off 
Here have a seat, here a warm soup 
Or coco, have some bread to fill you up 
And do tell us stories of adventure 


And trepidations, dragons you have slayed 
 At some point, I feared I wouldn't make it 
Nightmare rings awakening, like alarm clocks 
To my sleep awake and I sweat the demons out  


Words do, belittle experience to talk of 
But hold on, it is a lie what was spelt out  
In the beginning so bold, like prophecy 
And infested with assurance that mild  


We do not all meet in the middle sometimes 
When the seasons are right 
Some never made it back and empty seats 
Remain around tables in advent 


An old friend passed away 
He will not be here this year 
An old friend changed alliance, false start   
He now stands at the front line with the enemy 


An old friend lost his map 
He sits in the cold in street corners begging 
Without direction on course to take  
The magnet in his compass is without life 


So I hold back my speech of travesty 
And look into the hamper bag I carry  
To bring out presents of merry, I carry more of those 
Don't be fooled by t' size of t' bag, it is like the Tardis   


The most valuable of all, is to have made it here 
In the middle sometimes, when seasons are right 
To brush off the dirty on our boots, on welcome mats 
Hang our coats and have a warm soup 


NB: If you saw the baby in the picture above 
you have good eyes and Merry Christmas 

Favouring one

Would I favour the fool 
For he agrees with me, always 
A' expresses, no objection on subjects I speak on 


He lays no grounds to withstand a position 
And passages path, he offers free to pass 
Would I favour the fool 


Or that of the sceptic, who always objects 
Even when reasons beyond doubt 
Has been made, tailored, tabled to warrant no objection 


Do I favour his kind, to grant a forced compromise 
For passage as a price paid, too high 
Stiff in his own right to oppose and be seen as so


Neither one do I want in my backyard play 
To have the fool answer for he thinks
To please, and lead me down a plank blind 


Nor the sceptic paranoid 
Who he wraps up, all in a bubble 
And refuses to have dirt shadow, his day 


What of one in-between 
What of one to dance between lines 
What of one with sway to favour  

Finding the words

Quietly I profess to acknowledge 

Covert to announce in whispers, I love you

How do I share this with you  

Jittery getters

What am I to ceremonies  
If I start to every bit objectify 
On every occasion, with a trumpet 


Lay out carpets in Moroccan red 
And be seen sat in a tuxedo 
Have a banquet  with open doors  


And have the Queen here sat at present 
Yea, tables laid, chandeliers hung 
And have me host this, high on calender 


On ceremony with jittery getters 
Unceremoniously with shivers 
All to have just stood in front of toothless crowds


And make this here a brief presentation 
To the who of not, he is not with bite 
Of who is who, sat here watching 


What am I to ceremonies 
If I start to every bit objectify 
On every occasion with a trumpet 

My Joyful Day

I will silence the winds 
And have the trees stop their dance 
Until called upon to do so 

I will call out the clouds 
And say to them, this day 
Just this day, spare me your rain 


And the grass will know to keep to a height 
We greed on, upon a gentleman's handshake  
Not too high a' not too short, just perfect in trim 


The sea will calm their rattle 
The dolphins will synchronise their jumps 
The salmons will not yet go red 


I will have the sun come out  
And the birds will line in choir, well tuned 
Ready and willing to sing at a moments notice 


And the sky will give me 
Its bluesiest of colour so picture perfect 
For ceremonial  me, to sit in adore   


To name this day 
My joyful day, oh what a day 
To have this day be  

The Unfamiliar Acquaintance

I am the one, you passed by yesterday 
The neighbour you said hello to, or not 
The nods and smiles you gave, or not 


The gentle echoes from the distance you heard 
Like a visit to my Keta village, on the shores 
Of the volta and dawn drum beats, that melody 


That melody, that wakes the soul to feed, or not 
I am the lover you once had, made promises to 
Your first love or not, second love, third love, or not 


The beggar on the street you tossed a coin to, or not 
The neighbour's child with scruffy hair, or not  
The kid you willingly shared your all with, or not 


With names familiar to you, or not 
And memories of innocences, or not 
The childhood best friends forever, or not 


Still unsure, what emphases to place in knowing 
Whether to call thee a friend or an acquaintance 
Whether to make thee a stranger, with a hint of familiarity 

But you know to recognise comrades, and lay claim to relations 
As opulence favour door ways of subjects, until now with surety 
Surely you must be, don't you remember, with tones changed 

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 

Walk on water

Don't let the truth, get in the way of a great story 

I heard a man say with resolve on impetus, impulse  

Do not ask, how he managed to walk on water "he did"

He did, that is all that matters, leave me with solace 

The myth busters, went out to work, on mines 

On proving one so wrong, "digging the dirt" 

In the end I found, I was made so blue 

For knowing the truth, big fuss 

He walked on water, great story, "end of"

It is not what tales you tell for vindication 

It is the consistence of your lines

To tinkle believers ears with delight "wonders shall"

The ability to engage, indulge 

To hold strong, entertain, escape, play 
Tell me a story, read me a poem in literature "fiction"

Science and religion lives on such principles too  

"You know", life it self, does too, "you know" 
Nature does too, like the blueness of the sky, "you know" 


Don't let the truth get in the way, capture my imagination  
I am engage to indulge, rainbows hold pots of gold  
I am sat on a unicorn, climbing a golden mountain "a knight"


Walking on water, end of, end of, do not read past 
End of...that is it.. 

Announce Tables

Announce tables 
A stage set, a page turned  
A letter head with an unknown name 


A picture drawn, with an unknown face 
A character stands undefined
A faint disturbance from a standing mic


The winds blow, the curtains dance
 A Mexican wave gathers form   
Slowly with grace, like a ball room dance 


A whisper of sound, awakening light 
Ignites blaze, glow of fire  
Slowly gathers ground like the waves 


A figure enters a crowded room 
He takes a step, and nears the stand 
He finds the center and comes to light 


A stage is set, a page is turned 
A character is defined 
In a sea of crowd gather 


Who are you to be 
In a crowded room, taking steps 
While shoes wait to be owned, claimed,  filled 



Announce tables 
A stage set, a page turned  
A letter head with an unknown name 

To Love a' To Hold

An over whelming embrace I feel, drawing emotions  
Like that of a beautiful film coming to an end 
Opening tear drops, from the eye lid 


As rain wash pure, it draws out feelings 
So emotional,  that I can not hold back 
But to express, like possession 


Like the joy of seeing love, loving you 
Of lovers missed, to have been reunited again 
With surprise; walking through doors unexpected 


Emotionally driven, from the very depths of the soul 
A jump of joy, the tightest of hug, to love and to hold 
A child's grip of an adult's hand, this for assurance of safety 


So good to see you again my dear 
Old friends, old love, oh life, old joy 
So good to see you again  


And this is essence, instinct of being 
Shaw-shank redemption, like Lean on me 
A yearn for repeat play, ecstasy to relive in t' moment again 


Sometimes the answers sought for are so simple 
Yet so complicated, that no words can make sense of 
The intense pull, sensation of the heart, in defining life 


And I felt the blood rush into my head, to wake 
I cried out solemnly with joy, to define my essence 
I loved to share the strength within me 


I opened up to allow my humanity's relief 
To worship it's feed from divine 
I know life,  I know joy, I know love 


Emotions drawn 
So lean on me I have got soul 
And feed of my essence