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Friday, 18 May 2012


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.
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]

Thursday, 3 May 2012


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

Just take a bite
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
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.

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.]