WHO AM I?...WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER!

I come down the road,
Hauling a leg and carrying my load,
An itinerant in search of my home...
Covered in sludge: my persona...

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber...

Peety Pity Silly Bum!
I sing this song and i need a rum...

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber!

Watch me climb up hill,
A lull loathe dark?
little Malcom Little?
No?
The old?
Equate my X and bring me home...
I hold two worlds;
The future and the past!
Does it make me the present?; the Isthmus of Darien?

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber!

Peety Pity Silly Bum!
I sing this song and i need a rum...
I'm in a world i can't call my own...

Who am I?
Wake me from my slumber!

I stand in mid road alone,
Like a lone tree in a savanna zone...
If i can't find me, in these words I'll paint my own...
Be immortal without the devil's song...
Like Dorian Gray,
But my art lives forever young,
While the spirit drums to a heavenly home.

Who am I?
I'm awake from my slumber...

Peety Pretty Willy Man...
I sing this song and i need a rum!
Alas I've created a world of my own...

Who am I?
I'm awake from my slumber!

CUPID AND PSYCHE

In sundry worlds, across the ocean,

Two lovers live…

At the edges like Aurora, Hyperion’s seed

I’m Psyche, and she’s Cupid

How can this be?

She’s a ‘god’,

I’m just human

Can cope with my unending misdeeds?

That is love’s anomaly

Now the people clamour…

“Accord him his kind; bestow her hers…that should work properly”

But “OMNIA VINCIT AMOR”, says I…

I’m a weak mind, and a feeble soul…

She’s sturdy; she can mould me whole,

Make me her kind so I cease to grow.

The heart of love,

From up above,

The Uranus, like a white dove,

To certify my baptism

Now I’m her kind,

So let’s love and never mind…

Cupid I am, and she’s Psyche…

She’s Cupid, so what else can I be?

Bother not ‘bout whatever it might be…

Leave our love to us; we’ll be the best you’ll see…

Are you all our Venuses?

Jealous not our BEAUTIFUL dream…

Defy all odds,

And tick when the clock tocks…

Selene, lend me the moon…

Helios, lend me the sun,

So I’ll put the two together to live as one…

No day and night…

Just a strip of ticking time I will call Daight.

NOCTURNAL AND THE NIGHT

I listen as the country music play,

And the coyote dance in misty July rain...

Fifty after midnight - the morning for the crickets' play...

Through the windows i stared,

But a clear vision austered,

Looking into the hollowed sockets of night's eye balls -

Then in its loneliness, it howls,

Letting out its pain and grievance into dead worlds...

At this moment, our curse...

All men dead in beautifully made beds -

Like vampires, but prey at day...

Suddenly it grows cold and sulky;

Evil at its best and bulky!

Serve day love and give me pain!

The heart of love so humbly slain...

In elfing state, but wont remain...

On Ellis Island, it, for success bargain...

Begin an El Niño from your departure,

In these cold currents, like elm leaves, its pain falls...

It met me, like I her...

Now hope resides in chilly air...

Me for it, and she for me; an elixir...

STILL LIFE IN ACCRA

The day is dead
Whispering air blow against the head from dead ends
There, the wondering men of the night
Their mission; our plight;
We cannot tell
In the dark they come from,
Drawing closer at a fast pace are two bright eyes
Yellowish monstrous eyes
Making the heart take a leap as the curve approaches

At every meandering mile, there is a halt
The door slides open
Eyes wide open to gaze,
Then in jumps another face…

Tension rises,
Blood pressure shoots up
And our black faces suddenly go red
So red it flames when a face never shows up
This is a still night,
And caution must be taken
Ay! There he is, dressed in white
Neatly sewn with herms tightly fit

This is but a war
You see not your enemies
Yet they exist
Flanked and draped in cloths of the night
Their visit is always a surprise
Yet we always know they will come

Still life in Accra it is
Our employers know not rest till we arrive
They are the controllers of our dawn till sunrise

The peaceful silence of the night is so fearful
The whole world at this time is a dead room
Everyone unknowingly breathe as they are dead in their beds
Never three days, but some few hours;
Then their resurrection

AFTER THE SUNSET

The golden bright colour disappears quick
Reddish orange and sick
Looking huge and close
Close enough to be hand picked
Slowly sinking into the western end
Making the seas look like its final destination
Then sealed is its transition by sounds from huge catholic bells

After the sunset,
The lizard lies prostrate…
Cooling its body its body with the night breeze
And unknown shadows disappear behind the trees
To the never before seen homes, the housefly leaves
Going with the setting sun are memories of the morning
And all it gives
Its successes and failures;
Its pros and cons
Protecting its secrets like the queen in chess

After the sunset,
Dormant ideas revive
Dead men are more alive
The war to survive for tomorrow begin
But they with fangs humbly draw first blood
Leaving behind for the next innocent sun,
The mutilated corpse

After three sunsets then comes me
After mine comes a dream
I formed the end of the first descendant beings
But the beginning of a mortal creating immortals
A dream they have long been waiting for
My future; our saviour
To set us free from a long fiscal failure

After the sunset,
All birds are gone
New ideas are born—
In our brain; the hospital
As they are stormed
The future is forever on
So in our homes, we sit
Thinking, no errors should be repeated
For the mistakes of yesterday are gone.

DEAD AND GONE

By the time you read this, I will be dead and gone
By the time you read this, I will exist no more
I took the morn and night along
While passing and singing my favourite song
A dirge written with ink and pen from my blood and bone
When a silly oaf usurped my throne

By the time you read this I will be dead and gone
Watching you with teary eyes from hell, my home
I took my life with an invisible knife
A sharp twine made from a vein of a funny dramatic life

In my death I cast a spell
A curse, a jinx, whatever defines it well
Its beatitude you want,
So here…in many litres and many gallons
Take it this night and morn, while you walk along

In my tomb I will smile in the dark
In my loneliness,
I will smell my rotten flesh covered with maggot and tainted with dust

By the time you read this, I will be dead and gone
But shed no tears and sing along

A HEART DESIRE

In me, you’ll find the love in Shakespeare’s eyes;

Same love he had for Viola de Lesseps

And fears not the perilous Wessex

Hola my Viola!

Come sail ye with me in my Hispaniola

The feeling that made him go gay in outer dream;

The love that pulled his puppet strings,

And made him endure life’s follies in short gleam,

Breaking verges and crossing river banks

I pray to lie in your bosom way—

And slowly with your boobies play,

And do the holy palmers’ kiss

Till the morning bell rings.

Be you at the zenith of the goddess love’s tower,

To see you I shall bare its thorn crown,

Take its chastises and yet not frown,

Convey its cross to my death,

And at the end,

On my lips, I want to feel your fragrant breathe.

Le Veintidós De Julio Nueve Cientos Ochenta Y Siete

Buenos Julio Domingo

Mí por la mañana of veintidós

Veinte i just turned

So i try my hands on the language on my heart

Something i can barely even speak

SPECIALIST OF THE DARK

Am the specialist of the dark
En all you my patients
I can heal in one attack;
Your depression, loneliness, en the disappearing sound of the dark,
Dat constantly give you shivers
But I don’t…
I intentionally don’t
For slowly I approach
One, two, a dozen more,
Den we are sailing on the same boat.

Am the specialist of the dark—
And all you my patients
Your brains and emotions; my ward
I’ve saved millions, but they realise it not
Am thee specialist of the dark,
I need no doctorate degree,
En all you my patients.

CALL ME SHAKESPEARE

I love to be called Shakespeare

Yes! William Shakespeare

The same great name you always hear

Call me by day and by night

In darkness and in light

Snap a finger and I will be in sight

Oh, call me William Shakespeare

Because I’m everywhere, yet very rare

Smell me in the coloured air

I am the word coyote whispering in your ear.