From Men To Women - The Incomplete Letter

With love and compassion, her heart is laced
Lace up and hug her, for at every breathe of "Its fine", tears have braced
Still yet to be embraced but unfazed, she is beauty and more than what's written on her face
She's a maze, a maze of warmth
The feeble minded will not understand her mystery because that is her weapon, Amazing.
In so deep, in so far down into the bliss to fall in,
Curved all round so you can fall in,
Like her infectious smile, she's all bended around
When she touches you, your senses begin to spin around.
Words have always failed to bring the true emotions around, so spin round and round we go, on your essence the world spins, round and round we go!
This poetry is a failed attempt, so round and round we go!
...because you cannot bless the greatest blessing God gave to man.
We love you...

Yours ever,
Men.

Poetry: Angel King

I'm amazing, I'm the reason demons stay in their prison
But I'm not perfect, my spirit is failing and hell!... my devil is escaping
Save my soul, oh foul, I do not have one, with the moon I howl
My heart is cold but warm in the middle, prancing like a hound babysitting a poodle
Take my halo, I am hollow...
This wolf, no pack will follow.

No comedy is allowed here, I'm no Eddie Griffin
But once I did tame a griffin covered in blood that lived in a coffin
I can tell you don't hear scary words often, welcome to my office

Come closer, wet your lips, you only live once
Yes you, I? I am here forever
Not like a lever I'm the pivot
Your world would revolve around my groin and the lips I pucker
Brace yourself, I'm the angelic motherfucker!
You will not understand me but you will love me.
I will be your King and you will hope to be my queen but Nada...
Even the devil couldn't seduce me wearing her best Prada.

#DettyYourself - Poetry

These are the "detty" days

A stroke of perfection hitting the spot and causing ripples for days

A rare phenomenon for the impatient "blood" popping out of the veins

Only an inch away if you'll tighten your jaw and think of sun rays

Screams and moans of pleasure oozes like a fountain

A journey of wet hallways and joy as strong as pain

Others may believe that this excitement is one that you feign

But when that climax hits, boy! It's like lightening!

This is not dirty, the word is detty!

These are the detty ways

Keeping your calm even when you want to grab life's lemons

Knowing you are meant for greater melons

The passion will drive you like an escaping felon

Never to be locked in the wrong mistress' talons

Detty is not a jargon

Detty is a lifestyle, you are the icon

It is the inspiration that makes a King out of a little "garcon"
Now, remember to Detty Yourself.

- Kojo Manuel

Comments are welcome.

Jupiter's Cock!

Bloody hell! What did I do?
She lingered and paused, she stared.
For fucks sake! What did I do?
She smiled and giggled, she winked.
Jupiter's cock! Tell me what I did!
She held my hand and she caressed it like it was a magic wand.
Cocksuckers! What did I really do?
She whispered in my ear, "This is the only way"
She exhaled seductively, this is not fair!
Wankers! Tell me again, what was my error?
She pulled me closer, batted her eyes, licked her lips!
I could smell her perfume, I was consumed.
Her body was calling, Eiffel tower was rising, my freedom speech I was writing.
This is beginning to make sense... Answer me, I have seen injustice!

You infidel! This is what you did!
Your madness was stirring, the doctors were panicking,all your drugs you were spilling!
Bloody bastard! I will list your crimes on a scroll!
On the floor you rolled, your favourite nurse you floored like leaves during the fall.
The guards held you down by your hand, it felt like all the greek gods lived in those damn hands! You swung like Hercules, jaws meeting your hand.
Insignificant worm!
The nurse screamed, "This is the only way!!"
You carried her on your back like a mason on the field.
Through the halls, we saw you racing and screaming "MILF MILF MILF!"
Fool!
Her clothes you tore, counting, "1,2,3,4!"
Licked her forehead, like a zombie's foreplay!
Your boys begun rising, through your hospital robes, they were pointing. 
You were ready to play!
Third-class monster! Do you remember now, fester? 
When she swung her shoes to your head, that sent you to bed.
Heels stuck on the edge of your face - feeling the smudge.
So welcome to hell, you berserk wench! 

A Soft Savage

Tick Tock Tick Tock

We are inches away

Tick tock tick tock

Breathe in, don't panic

Tick tock tick tock

The wait, the thrill; takes your breathe away

Just before you dig in, waiting like served picnic

Those tiny muscle twitches

Take a step closer - you will feel no glitches

That breathe on your face quickens your heart pace

Suddenly lips feel so dry,

The look in her eyes, "I don't mean to pry"

You lean in…

Pause!

That moment - its here, isn't it?

Just an inch away but still so far away

A glance is not enough, you don't seem so tough

All you see is buff - that feeling, its off the cuff

The first touch is watching your favourite superhero in his prime

Primetime Primetime!

Your nerves get the message

Primetime Primetime!

Its time for art

Brush stroke... Brush stroke...

Strawberry - Yoghurt - Chocolate - Ice

Taste the paint of age

Its vintage in the present, a soft savage.

LOST CHRONICLES

1:47 PM

I will break this down in plain words

Words to deep thinkers, this is why pain hurts

Hurts like madness you can witness in a verse

Verse One hasn't even begun but it feels cursed

Cursed is the wind, Cursed like the number 13

13 times you will read this but 15 times lost

Lost like the ending of "Lost"

Lost for words in a world full of non-existent opportunities

"Opportunities come but once"

"Once" was 20times ago

"Ago make am", the lies we tell ourselves every night

"Night time" is every time for dying dreamers

Dreamers die at 25… Think about it

Its sick!

Sick-ening desires to be great

Great minds poisoned by the cage of reality

Reality fashioned for madness

Madness is the epitome of this poem written by a mad man

Man claims sanity

Sanity is birthed from insanity

Insanity is the price for greatness

Greatness is a fallacy molded for shallow thinkers to think

Think and unknow - everything is a lie
Lie down and soak it in...
Indeed I am lost, ain't I?

Name Me ♚ King ♚

Name me King

I wasn't born with the swag of a peacock

But I can be brightest flower, 

You should name me King

Maybe my relationship with success was just a fling

Maybe my life isn't a mirror of the bling-bling

I have no subjects to sing my name as a rising King

I wear no ring of honour and my hair is receding

Ranking among the least but I'm the truest King in the making 

I was born without the element of "faking"

So name me King

Brave like the leader of the Vikings

I've been scar-ed with the markings of the weaklings

They say the only things I have are my feelings

I call that passion

I can appreciate your worst because I was born into this depression

Do not wonder how I would fit in the mansion or how well I'm aligned with fashion

But I do know your landscape and my kingdom will be your secret place to escape

The land will be addicted to her king

Joy will ooze out with a ting

I can't promise they will be no doom but my head and hands will be your fool

Singing offkey hoping I look cool

Just name me King and let my heart rule.

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King Geoffrey

The truest words are clichés
Hammered so much they need stitches like an opponent Ali's gloves featured and fractured
On their face, his gloves were fixated
Battered and dizzy these words are dehydrated
No one pays attention because a hole has been punctured
The life swimming out of them like a juju movie
Close your eyes and understand or sue me
No one wants to play the rookie,
We want to own the empire like Cookie
Wrong determination clamoring like foodies
High up junkies
Aroused priests
Recycling King Geoffreys
Anointed words with no oil because you used it all frying our egos
Breaking down the Lego's
Mentally, never ride solo
Power is old words romancing new energy
The chemistry for an orgasmic synergy
An old virgin encountering an orgy
Senses get a little foggy
Touch the basics before you whistle for the doggy
Shivers are a bonus
They give chills like a thundering Zeus
Furious-ly own it and walk(er) away just to be remembered.


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A Bad Troski Day

I should have named this piece the "Trotro Chronicles"
For these words were framed in a trotro while eating popsicles
Life is diverse like the uninviting smell of a fart piercing your nostrils
It affects everybody like water ripples
But the one with the stiff face definitely released that gaseous "single"
Best reaction is to pray he didn't have an album on the way
Safe to say, it's weird when someone stands up to pray
But you respond when he says, "Praise The Lord!!"
This is the part where you pick your headphones and start listening to "Tom Ford"
Hoping your volume is high enough to crowd out the echoing voice of the guy on phone shouting through his China phone saying he just arrived in Abuja
You will stop comparing when you finally see the guy with his mouth wide opened sleeping at the backseat
Just before you've had enough, the "too-known" guy sitting by you signals you to shift a little to the side, he needs more room for his white suit
Finally before you alight, the young lady you had been admiring the whole time gets up and you realize she is not as roundly-shaped as you thought!!
Now that's a bad troski day!

The Catalyst

Wrap it nicely and pass it over to me

It looks inflammable but just hold it with skill

I live for that period when it kisses me

Everybody says it has the potential to kill

But the desire it stirs inside me,

All my vacuum it is designed to fill

Did you ever see it while it blossomed??

So graceful with so much intriguing potential

But now it is wrapped up ready to be consumed

Just conducive for that moment... that’s the new potential

Useful and inspiring but useless and demeaning

This is not art this is a strategic lie

Craving to be relevant and surfacing as foolishly revealing

Loading unwarranted accolades and seeking to fly

For every hater is a misdirected groupie

Sweeping the streets they used to own

So we pass them like a roll of blunt

Using them but never keeping them while their existence is burnt

For we fear the infamous records of their famous dent

Wishing the lesson was earlier learnt

 It’s the depressing story of an unfulfilled dream

Heart-breaking like a child dropping his ice cream

Worse than missing a village bus, you cant even scream

So gather your instincts like a rugby team

Before life passes you around like a bag of weeds.

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Raise your calabash

Have you seen Ghana??

I'm sure that's where Moses got the name "manna"

A country that is shaped like a voluptuous woman

You can bet it's filled with warmth and the sweetness desired by every man

She walks on the Atlantic ocean

Captivating, she's like a magic potion

This is where magical tales and folklore originate

Ananse, the Spider-man's crooked legs consummate

Where the linguist has to be super articulate

Because a slip of tongue is a slip of dignity

And fufu has it's own kingdom and royalty

The King's feet never touches the ground for he stands above all

The Queen's grace and maturity gets you spellbound for she reflects the beauty of rainfall

Akepetshie is whisky's godfather

Palm wine is the "Item 13"  of the ancestors when the spirits gather

There is no polluted air because every lung is filled with freedom

The Banku-Nation freely shares its territories with the Gari and Beans kingdom

Soup is a recipe reserved for the experienced mother's in our smoke-filled kitchens

This is where we eat to our fill because being slim is a sign of poverty

This is where germs are not harmful  and we call that true liberty

Where homeless people flex in their sleep because there is no winter

Ghana is where we choose late-night parties over war

Ghana is where we forget easily and pound fufu more like its enchanted

Let's raise our calabashes and toast to little things we take for granted


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The Eve

I remember feeling like a child with candy
With a rush of enthusiasm my stars spelt lucky
Thus it was never risky being cheery though it was sunny
My new office stares with a gloomy dome but alas she was perky
That sense of jolly that comes without being funny
Maybe because her hair was never curly but the torso – ever curvy
With every stare I got “pervy” like…
“In my hometown kissing is a greeting; now greet me in my native language”
It’s like she knew how to start an emotional rampage
Inevitably she had the emotional advantage
Her laugh was like Mexican telenovela causing mental damage from a heavenly spillage
Her warmth reminded me of my mother’s hugs
So you are thinking I’m writing above love
Nay, this is a celebration of suave
Makes you believe in the Entity above
Perfectly fitting like a surgeon’s glove
Personality up high like a dove circling the ripest trees up high
These words are bamboozled; like the poet, they are puzzled
How do you correct these words if the heart fumbles?
Because I swear when she smiles the jungle would rumble
Like my tummy after red-red and palm wine with foamy bubbles
Safe to say, for your sake, Django wouldn’t have had his shackles
For as long as these balls dangle
I’ll always be the stupid Adam who ate Eve’s apple
And guess who would have done the same, Eden’s archangel.

The Boss Player (Komla Dumor)

My friend once told me there's a Ghanaian on BBC
I shrugged and replied, "That's no news"
He's been a Boss Player since Joy FM right after the 6am news
As typical students we watched to see if he would "Gbaa on BBC"
I had to smile back when he mentioned his name through his glittering teeth
You dare not smile back
Komla is the perfect image of Ghana I mean, he has a typical Ghanaian head
Never has hardwork looked so cool
Professionalism ever smooth like sheep's wool  
So I waited for the Noble Peace Prize...
But I guess death called me fool
Hades cannot pause the telling of your African story
A true inspirer and visionary
The voice that sent thrills through hearts of the world
Now echo in the basement of Nkrumah and Mandela's cubicle
Sharing happy tales of how Africa climbs to the pinnacle
Don’t forget to tell them how you showed off your Ghanaian jersey on TV
How you never chose another country over your Ghana
How you worked with honour
How passion was your banner
Irreplaceable and immeasurable is the value of a true son of Africa
We salute you Boss Player!!

Light and Darkness

Have you heard darkness sing before?? Screaming so much the devil screams encore!!
That is the chant of confusion and temptation totalling deprivation of heavenly salvation
I'm talking about spiritual starvation
But the Son of Man is the Lord of redemption
See the devil is evil and uncivil like the weevil
He'll use you like morning cereal
So let Jesus be your Onga
Cuz Jesus is the true love formula
Your grace will grow as old as Methuselah
If you seek the devil ask Delilah
To Satan, you're just chicken meat... oh yes! A broiler!
Life is not all about the dollar
I say this cuz yuh my brother
This is love to you my sister
Go to Jesus Christ the master
And He'll clean you with his blood, the heavenly duster...



¤ Dedicated To My Lord and Saviour ¤

The Troublemaker (Tribute To Nelson Mandela) plus audio

Blow loud the mighty vuvuzela over the hills of Africa

Steaming hot like lava oozing out of the ancient Pangaea

Let it blast like the suddenness  of a bazooka

Let this not be a lullaby to send kids to sleep after an episode of diarrhoea 

Let the ancient kings of Egypt bow to an everglowing African star

Breathe-in and wait for the echoing chants from warriors down under

Madiba!! The troublemaker!!

We shall call you the lovemaker

The African soil is soiled

Your prison cell is imprisoned

Apartheid is a part of history we will not hide

Blessed beyond measure we salute you with pleasure

Segregation has a seizure

Light these candles of memorial and democracy would smile

Africa is in love with a troublemaker

Madiba The Troublemaker

We shall call you the lovemaker

Let's observe a minute silence for the old Africa

At last on these shores an African child shouts Eureka to new Africa

Nkrumah has waited long for this union

I bet the ancestral world has laid a red carpet but like Aladdin he would fly

SSShhhh!! Listen to Soweto cry and the constellations respond.. "Oh my"

Pray for reincarnation to be true

Wish against wish… Africa is in love with a troublemaker

Madiba… The Troublemaker

You were a lovemaker

27years is a price tearfully paid for that shout of freedom

Now new slaves eulogize the leader of liberation

With an echoing ring of foreign dependence and indigenous starvation

Africa hates Africa

I pray that as these flickers of life fade away

Africa will love again

Because Africa has always been in love with a troublemaker.

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This Is Awkward!!

This is awkward

She walked past me with Ronaldinho's flair

Dazzled so much, I got as excited as Rick Flair

Maybe it would be fair to not stay clear of her and introduce myself as the next Tony Blair

At the end of the day who cares??  It wouldn't burn off my hair just to speak to her

Her hair bouncing as she came near,

My heart as soft as a wasted avocado pear

Now she stares at me…

This is awkward

Her look goes on and on and I start choking on my own air

I held unto my black tie which just like me was being blown away

Suddenly the witches of Achimota sneezed my swag away like a pile of clay

My tummy rumbled… Like play like play, this is last night's food doing a replay

With immense speed my bowels made motion to my southern gateway

Now in my head, I'm singing "Lay Away Lay Away"

But oh no Sway wasn't doing the verse this time,

Now… This is awkward

Closer she comes… A smile spreads across her face

I smiled back sheepishly as she quickened her pace

With a deep breathe I said to myself, "Peace be still, peace"

"Hi" she said with an angel's voice of grace as I tightened the bowels gates

The world seemed to move in circles as I hoped against embracing this disgrace

"I recall your face" she says…

I nod like a sick goose with an uncomfortable grin sheltering my southern business

Struggling against bowel hiccups she grabs my belt

"Give me my money", she screams!!

Now this is awkward!!

The unspoken chapter of not paying for her food opens like a birthday card

My face looking as disengaged as a sick retard

She shook me harder as she disregarded my "I will pay you tomorrow!!" plea

With too much bowel movement to flee, I stay put like a blood-sucking flea

Just then I realized church was no more in session

The New Year service festivities had just commenced with a procession  into the very streets I stood

As a guest pastor, being hooked by my belt in front of the congregation was never part of my new year resolution

Now this is awkward!

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Audio: Tribute To Maxwell Asumeng (T-Bagg)

This is my tribute to T-Bagg, JCR Organizing Secretary of Jean Nelson Aka Hall, University of Ghana who had a motor accident on Tuesday 8th October and passed on at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital on Thursday 10th October at the Southern gate of Legon campus.

Riding on the burnt horizon is a yellow knight
Looking fierce and with the masses' might
Captain of the army, swift like a blown kite
Riding down the valley you leave us with no light
Striking our hearts like a lost fight
How do we stand out whiles we cry out
We wish we could reach out and scream out
But your walk out has burnt our candles out
Logging out whiles we awaited your return to the ring for another knock out
Our eyes are reddened because our yellow knight rode out
With teary eyes we waited for you to step out
Now, royals cry royal tears
Only Kings understand royal fears
For we wear royal hearts for a royal brother bearing royal scars
Our chest bears royal marks scribbled with golden bars
Dripping with the blood of a brother
With honour we do salute a fallen sceptre
With dirt in our hairs we reminisce an unforgotten hero
These words were written with love and pain
As we await the heavenly rain that spells your name
STANDING OUT as the royal knight with a saint's mane.
REST IN PEACE T-BAGG, we shall meet again.

The Examination

Putting on my poker-face
Throwing in the challenge like poker chips
Approaching like an ace
And messing with no joker

Breathing hard and staring at the paper
Tension breathing down my neck
All hands on deck... Why did I even sit on this desk??

Anxiety is basically a gift
Then she came to sit
Holding the examination room temperature in a fist
Apparel meant to give a fit
Concentration and obsession swimming in one bottle
My brain hit the reset button as my fingers fumbled
More like the pen crumbled with two all-night studies gallivanting in my head like a jungle

With the beauty of a Greek goddess
Her backside was a beautiful mess
I guess the opening behind her waist is no chess
Carved to send my head to recess as I hear the unattractive voice echo...
"30 minutes more!!"
Just then, my heart skipped like my back had received a splash of water-pour!!

Time flew without warning but last semester's E8 grade is still staring
My fortunes exchanged for a fashion show!!
My heart sank... My father's stern rebuke ringing in my head with surround sound!
Another year and failure-bound
The walk from the exam hall was a trip to the underground
Waiting another year to write this paper again...
Looking to the sky I pray with a broken heart, my hands stuck to my ear,
Lord... please bring a fairer lady next year!

Life Is Overrated

Life is overrated,
Like an English footballer it is overhyped...
Because children are forced to believe in big and happy endings...
Sometimes you think you'll live in space when you grow
Everything seems black and white until public hairs make them grey
We live in this bubble until it explodes at the edge of the fountain that whisks you away
Life is definitely overrated

Every young adult is obliged to drive a car...
But isn't it just another invention??
An invention to stop you from walking and allow underrated hypertension
For isn't it senseless to be in a single room and drive a Mercedes??
Isn't it plain uncomfortable wearing a suit under the blaring sun just so you'll be revered as the modern Archimedes...??
Spotting sunglasses in the night when even blind people are disgusted by that...
Even more ridiculous, good living is characterized by being fat...
Life is overrated indeed

Otherwise a lady wouldn't put plastics on her eyes just to look like a cat
Wearing 12-inch heels when all you think off is taking them off
Make-up that reminds me of the popular movie "The Mask"
Mini skirts that are so mini that you can't bend down nor sit straight which slavemaster gave you that task???
Life is so overrated...

If not, you would use your hands to eat at that wedding reception and not disturb world peace with your imperfect fork and knife skills...
Life would be about the simple things like smiling and laughing to extend life
Making that lady your wife even if she's from a different ethnic group
And live like a fruit in the bloom..
Ripe and not concerned with borrowed standards...
Smell the air and sing a blissful song wherever you get the chance cuz life is simply overrated!!

Poetry : Political Worms

This voice would echo in the streets, doper than Dre Beats

The vibration of truth kept secret, louder than Bill's gates

A story of the heartless and the highly mindless

Their transgressions are countless and they are mildly fearless

But believe me, they are the most feared

Foolishly revered by brains that are impaired

The shepherd who steals his own sheep and cries wolf

Their basic conscience gone aloof  

Clothed as the league of Messiahs building evil empires

No wonder they call you "Politricians"

You are nothing but fake magicians

Conjuring tricks that make no sense

Feeding on the poor, licking your lips and smelling the incense

You begged  for my vote, now you act like a goat

Swimming in filth like a maggot

I suggest to you that you finance drug dealers

I put to you that you spend our money on "hookers"

I guess good speakers make good liars

Forget about unemployment and call us illiterates

Ignore poor health care and label us paupers

Mess with electricity  and buy a new car for young Felicity

This is an evil formality… The alpha of course - My stupidity

But trust me these chapters will unfold

The judgment of a nation is tenfold

Let the universe behold… A worm daring to be bold!

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