No Wrong (Sarfo Kantanka)

No Wrong
Love the light
and dark oppose
Find delight
in sweet repose
Wait the night
and don't suppose
Avoid the fights
and roam the coast
Live your life
and fear no ghost

©Sarfo Kantanka

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TALK FOR YOURSELF (Kwame Mensah)

TALK FOR YOURSELF

On that day

It will happen like a flash

As brief as a sigh

When the groom arrives

On that day

Many mountains will behold in awe

As pebbles are enveloped by the fabric of the groom

And they still stand,unmoved

On that day

Beauty will be cast aside

The proud and pompous will be pleading on their knees

And the rich will gaze at the scene with disbelief

On that day

Floods of tears will be squeezed from rocks

A chorus of prayers will be lifted

But they will all fall on deaf ears

The sun will run away

In haste the sky will disintegrate

Like wax,the earth will melt: so frail

And the stars will fall from up like rain and hail

On that day

There will be terror

The riches and the security of this world would be useless

And the regret and remorse of sins would be fruitless

People would gladly seek death

Stab themselves and feast on the sweet nectar of poison

Drop from a height like fruit on a tree

Left to the mercy of a roaring wind

Death's hands would no longer be icy

They'd be so hot and very repulsive

And its gates would be locked to the living

But the brides of the groom would walk through them easily

On that day

There will be an assembly of the true branches of the vine

Those who died that the Cross would be raised

And washed their garments in the blood of the  once slain lamb

They shall know pains no more

They shall reap the fruit of their labour

They will then know joy forever

As the groom Himself wipes away every tear from their eyes

But to those that were left behind

Those that busied themselves with the things of the world

They will weep,wail and gnash their teeth

And salvation would not be for them anymore

On that day, when the trumpet sounds

Which side would you sincerely be on?

On that day, when you stand alone,encountering Divinity

Would you stand clad in dirt or in purity?

On that day

When Christ comes

When you'll have to talk for yourself 

Would you do so in trembling or with boldness and joy?

©-Kwame Mensah

30.10.15

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EVELYN

Evelyn
If I were the ruler of the universe
I would make you a crown
from the star shining brightest
And tailor you a gown
from sapphire and pure gold threads
Your feet would rest on diamonds of best renown
And without your word no sun will rise from the west.
For your face knows not a frown
and your character is as humble as a flightless bird.
And as sure as the world is round
You are the angel sent to guide my step.
May you stand where others fallen
May you walk where others are crawling
May you smile when others are sullen
May you endure all and fear nothing
The Lord will forever be with you
as you have been with me
Love will never depart from you
even as you have loved me
May the Almighty always bless you
and keep you safe for all eternity.
©Sarfo Kantanka

LONE HEART (by Sarfo Kantanka)

LONE HEART
I've been through the cold streets of poverty
I've known what it feels like to be the oddity
Sometimes it's better to.  pretend to be the wiser and totally
alienate the world; go ahead and damn them to eternity
Success is always close but never seems to get me out of being the anomaly
It's hard to find a friend
It's hard to be myself
It's hard to understand my person both for me and them
It's hard let me go just so i can be part of them
The world is a nice place only for the people who can afford to be a part it.
When I'm outside looking in at all the people who were perfect enough to be a perfect fit
I start to wonder if my dreams are really mine for they are the ones living it
Was I made wrong or are they just being stupid
Either way it doesn't end well for me

©Sarfo Kantanka

A CHORUS OF FREEDOM

A CHORUS OF FREEDOM
I'll sing a song
A song of freedom
A song that is not defined by circumstances
A song that speaks into the future

A chorus of voices
Voices of many men
Men's destinies
Bound to a common song

A song that breaks shackles
That casts our problems into shambles
A chorus that metamorphoses my burdens
From fiascos into stunning and incredible

An acknowledgment
Of the key given us from the beginning of days
To open and enter
Into our breakthroughs to take possession

Its a song
That has no lyrics
But the hmms and silent groans
Of my people: lamenting over their woes

They wake up each and every morning
Before the noisy cockerel awakes from its slumber
To ponder over their woes of bad luck and failure
And the fantasy of a better day compassed about by the bees

A song that speaks life into the discouraged
That wards away fear from the cowardly
The very one that will sing to sleep
The burdened troubled wife of that poor man

A song of peace
That drives into stillness the roar of conflict
Inflicted by a dart of misunderstanding
Nurtured through the enigmatic conception of hatred and envy
Envy of a good and better life

I'll sing a song
That the akwasi broni himself cannot understand
That will place me on top of my own small world
And catapult me into stability

I'll sing a song
With a still small intonation of blood and gore
Into the ear of Eternity
Placing our problems in His hand

In Him my trust lies
That He'll understand our plight
Share with us these woes and cries
And shed them with the might of His very hand

I'll sing a song
A song of freedom
Into the ear
Of my first love

©Kwame Mensah
Saturday, 07.11.15

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