DEPRESSION

It crawls...upside down
On the ceiling of my mind.
Suddenly,it drops!
In slow motion
Like a drop of water
In the little expanse
Of a bucket of water.
It drops,in slow motion
Rippling the water below
Vibrating infinitesimally
Throughout my body
Messing up my emotions.
Then like a seed
It is planted in the soil
Of my mind.
It gently germinates strongly
With roots gradually
Finding the routes
To the core of my being.
Depression!
Is setting in...
My thoughts,
Entangled in confusion
My actions crippled.
My whole being in disarray
I am shackled from inside out.
Then I start
To break down...
I am deeply pressed
From all sides.
Then I begin to crawl,
Upside down
On the ceiling of my mind...

[Inspired by losing about seven new poems and a poetry journal I documented on my laptop last month(April) and this month(May) which led to a near depressed state of mind.Written between 1229hrs and 1258hrs on Friday,18th May,2012]

A PIECE OF ALEWA

These are sweet words
No bitter thoughts;
A duo...meant to move us
To positive attitude.

Just take a bite
Enough.
Lick these emotions,
Wrapped up in words
That will digest into your bloodstream.
Let it seduce your heart
As it's pumped in and out of it.
A seduction that reduces
Your intolerance
And induces the opposite

Just take a bite
Enough
Of this piece of alewa
That I share with you.
Take not an excess that will
Infect you with diabetes of inaction.
But action is the best insulin.

I speak of peace
Which is condiment
Of this candy.
Taste it
And let it be known
That you did.
Let the colour of you tongue
Be evidence of the peace you'll speak
And do.

Here
Take this piece of alewa
And let's colour this country
With the words we speak.
Hold up your piece of alewa
Hold it up for peace.
Speak of peace
And let's do peace.


[Written 03/05/2012 circa 1429hrs-1451hrs. Inspired by the flier for "ALEWA," a poetry event in Ghana.]

A BETTER PERSON

Fears allayed
Faith relayed.
Courage, 
In the battle front
Discouragement dismayed.
Now made,
A better person.


The past remembered.
Mistakes dismembered
Perfection relentess
What I've learnt is,
We can always become
Better people.


Stand steadily
Only on one 
Infinite identity.
Fear not who you are
But that only means war.
Fight to become
A better person.


-O'Zionn
(0049hrs,27-04-2012)

IT'S RAINING AGAIN

Go and tell Noah
There's a rise
In the water level
For it's raining again

He will show you,
the path to the rainbow
And the rainbow will say:
"Yes,it has to rain."

For God has given
power to the rainbow
To it,all rains bow
So let the rains fall

The rains
can never rise
to the heights
of the rainbow

But to us
they cause destruction
Because they are subjects
To the rainbow

Indirectly,God reminds us
Not to forget
that He is Supreme
And we are His people
And our disobedience
will cause construction
of the things
that should be destroyed

But the rains
Shan't overcome the world
Because of the power bestowed on the rainbow

The rains are causing floods
And floods are one of the signs
of the end
But without a deluge

So what have I said?
"It's raining again
The end is near
Not with a deluge"

It's raining again
The floods are speaking
It's raining again
The floods are speechless

Go and tell Noah
God keeps His promises
Go and tell Noah
that it's raining again.


[Wrote it many mornings ago,around 0943hrs.I don't usually write in this form,thus without rhyme.But I decided to just let my thoughts flow...for variety sake,I guess...]

WE ARE,OR ARE WE?

We are
Spiritual:
Two elements
Enclosed
In one.

We are made one,
Created in two,
Conceived in three,
But we are one
Or are we?

We search
The universe
But are not
Close
To finding
The us within.

Do we know the end,
The continuation
Or where to begin?:
The existence
Of our being.
Do we understand
Or do we just live?

Is it life
That's spiritual
Or are we?
Or are we not really humans?

Questions asnwer questions.
Is the problem the solution?

For our existence,
Our being
Is sometimes

Too human...

[Written 6/02/2012,circa 1009hrs--1043 hrs.Inspired by Richard Henry Quist Sr.'s poem, "We were," written about 10 hours before I wrote mine at P.O.E.T.S (People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit)>>> peopleofequalthoughts@groups.facebook.com ]

ATOMIC THINKING

Thoughts are crowding my mind

They gang up against my opinions

And beat it up till it's maimed.

Stable

And without a sense of self

No original thoughts, no perceptions, no ideas.

But when my identity was threatened.

Rip!!!! I tore up my mind's curtain

To expose the holy of holies

Of the inception of my thought process.

Unstable

I begin to think for myself.

I imbibed those written thoughts

Availably arranged on bookshelves

Now, the thoughts in my mind

Are in constant motion.

My spirit is heated up

Because of the constant friction

Of my thoughts.

Constant, motion

Constant, friction

Contact…collision

KABOOOM!!!

Give me some mushrooms

And some soup

Before I begin...

Before I speak.

This is what I think.

Thoughts are crowding my mind

This is what I stand for.

My perception will not sit down.

My identity :
One way I think.

[Written 31/01/2012. Inspired by Izzi-Autora's posts, "Desperation: ...thoughts are crowding my brain" and "Confusion:...thoughts in her head collide," on her blog: blackvspink.wordpress.com]

THE AFRICAN THOUGHT

And so with this thought:

“I’ll not give up on Africa”

Never to Africa

Will I say, “Goodbye”

With the sound

Of this need

I rebound

With speed.

Planting in my heart’s ground

A seed…

A dream is what I planted.

I’ll never say goodbye

I hear an inspirational lullaby

Exactly what I wanted.

In my dreams

I see poets, visionaries and dreamers

Who water my seed of thought

And remind me of great things taught.

They show me a replica

Of the pain and glory of Africa.

Now I’m awake

Sharing my thoughts…

Oh, there’s one thing I forgot

They said YOU too have a thought,

You are an AFRICAN

With great thoughts

[Written circa 1914hrs   30/07/2011.Inspired by comments and posts of a Facebook group “POETS, VISIONARIES AND DREAMERS"]