I don’t know where I’m going,
I wonder what I’m doing,
Maybe I’m growing
But someone steers a boat I’m rowing.
I don’t know what to believe,
Words and intentions belie belive,
My chest is dense with grief;
My joys are brief.
When i think I’ve found an antidote
Worse makes respite another anecdote…
My sockets are hollow,
If only any more hallowed.
I keep hitting something hard and rime,
You’ll wonder why I bothered with a darn rhyme.
Your heart will bleed like squeezed fresh roses
No love, no worries.
Alone with a whole heart
And content with the damp shade of solitude’s hat
Where there is no everlasting hunger,
Pain and tears hereat shall not linger.
Hard as rock
I care not where I walk.
Deep in the coolness of well
And far from the hungry tongues of hell,
I’m selfish as evil
But free as an eagle.
I’m on my own in a stale cave
But I’ll swallow the key, for I’m safe in this cage.
The night in whole I waste in sighs,
A breath from a hole in heart drilled by presence’ absence,
An absence of presence fouling my senses.
And cum all reason in grasp I still whisper whys.
Unleashed rains of tears attempt lustre at joy,
Firm is the lasting bitterness from the bile of emptiness,
By the emptiness of the occupation of my princess
That left in her wake tattered cloy.
I found freedom in my seek.
Time has retired now, and life is debilitating.
Wish as I may I wouldn’t have her debating
As she did via her angry appetizing beak.
A gentler heart I shall wish to ever possess,
Else to the end of time hereat I shall be in distress.
Yesterday, I bowed out of my hat,
I could hear the birds herald the day,
I could also see the glorious sun rays
Piercing the clouds
And around me were beautiful nectar flowers
At dusk, the sun was on the other side of the earth
Slowly walking down to sleep.
The lake was calm,
The breeze was warm and still,
And the cloak of darkness thickened.
It was very late in hour.
The weak light from the old moon betrayed the night
But in the peace of the night,
The sneaky stealthy shadow prowled.
Today, I bowed out of my hat
And I could hear only rain whispers
But the bird singers.
I could see rain drops from the face of the sky.
Because a beautiful nectar flower was gone.
Ergo, even at noon it was so cold
And the lake’s face looked pale
Still clinging to the chills of dawn.
And that was when I realized
The herald of woe; the shadow last night
In the quietness of the faded day
Came and lingered in the garden.
A deceptive appearance
And we were walking down the isle
I took no chances
And would have taken
Her down to Eden
Thinking our mirage-love would make us
An immortal single duo; and dying we’ll die in love
But we weren’t meant to be
Because the sun burned out
And darkness swallowed the shinning day
So she left without saying
And now my bones are chilly
Because joy comes no more
The dawn was over
And the blazing sun toasted us
But joy flooded our hearts
Knowing he was coming as usual
To complete the day,
Wiping off in the end all wrinkles
On the face of every entity present.
What fragrance of relief and content
Filled those four corners
Within those ticking moments of joy.
But cruel bureaucracy,
The unknown legendary devil
Came around and took back
What he had given us
And scarred us.
Where is Adarkwa and the chalk?
Where are the words he vibed?
They have passed like rain off a chin,
Like wind among the meadow.
Those days have gone down
And sunk into the west’s shadow.
How did it come to this?
… You want to know who I am….
I am a friend of yours back
In those shrinking days in your Alma matter…..
A friend who looked black but was white
A friend who didn’t fear the ridiculous eyes of the world he never really loved
A friend who was of the mouldering leaves of neglected shrubs
A friend who suffered a pleasant comrade deceit but for trust
A friend who thirsts for happiness
A friend who loves the soft flow of musical notes more than men
A friend whose heart still pumps the acidic past
A friend who reminisces those days of back stabbing and soul piercing laughter
A friend you made happy-sad
A friend whose happiness faded away with time just as beauty rusts with age
A friend who came to see farther beyond your masked smiles
A friend who suffered the potent arrow of your provincial clandestine
…… Yes that is me – Williams
Like the weather
Sometimes calm and steady
And sometimes rough and violent.
That thing fights him
With nature’s strength
And hurts the people he loves.
He fights it as a fiend,
But this fiend has been a friend from infancy.
Always making him cherish the illusion
That those he loves be dizzied with delusion.
It blurs his vision,
And paints his climax much gloomier.
If only tears; would be the precipitous
Effect of his overwhelming emotion
And rinse his pain at times.
If only the chagrin disposition were
Seen for what it is –