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Joachim Amoako Poem
Mystery
They say it is
The land of wonderful Africa
Where dreams shatter to tears
Souls lost as water of sweat
Our landmarks bordered by wars
We cry to our so blessed destiny
Yet we worship to feed our motherland
The rich land of resources
Basins potent per world fill
When shall we be free oh Africa
When shall we love ourselves?
Our honor we bury in mass with the souls we take
Our streets we fill with blood of innocent mothers
Tension heightened in our political system
Our entire land host chaos
Yet we claim world provider
So why not feed ourselves
Rather than killing ourselves
Breathing gunshots as they blare our skies
So cursed not for freedom
We scream everyday
Yet we are blessed with no disaster
We have killed our bird
And replaced it with a bat
Where are our brave democratic leaders?
Where are the men
To stand up to this bitter trial
And restore the land before our fatal exploitation
Copyright © Joachim Amoako | Year Posted 2014
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I see, hear and smell even though my body will not move
I lay in live coma and watch the mother of trees dance
Cassandra, the darkest sorcerer of filtered love
She wore a skirt of leaves and a short cotton blouse
Her open tummy displays her pretty round novel
And she bears the mark of a spear on her ankle
The spear which means she is the first daughter of the earth
Her chants echo the mysterious caves
The murmuring from her deep voice trembles my heart
My mouth tries to speak but it is shut by her bony necklace
Her long blond hair sweeps the fallen leaves as she moves
And the aroma of her odour creates a new affection in my heart
The pleasure that her blurry smooth face gives me is fiat
And I dare not define whether this is a trick or a dream
All I can say is it feels good to be with the queen of magic
She that owes a goblin that smuggles gold from the palace
And an elf that gathers her herbs from the abandoned park
O hail Cassandra
She makes the hair on my skin dance with her breath
She commands my heart to smile to her joy
And my soul to cradle this obsession till my very last moment
She rips my body with her thorny skin
And believe me she does this till I lose the last part of my skin
She hangs a freaky leafy chain around my neck
Trails her sharp sensitive fingers on my stomach
Then she cuts her hand and spills the blood into a golden chalice
She bakes herbal bread and forces me to feast
Then she cuffs her lips with my lips and seals my dream with a kiss
But she whispered to me a name I shall be with her forever…Cassandra!!!
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Beyond the scary valley
After the clean sacred alley
I carry my veiled vagrant self
Like a monstrous and fleeing elf
Through the evil forest
I realize my supreme and costly errors
On the deep oceans
With no protective vaccines
I sail my sorrow
On the very witty vessel I had to borrow
I am the night traveler
Carrying a million evil under a black umbrella
I am cursed by the corrupt earth
To attract wandering woes henceforth
My spirit is sanctioned
Like a witch prison so old fashioned
My path as dark as my thought
Even the serpent to me not dare cough
I wail to my troubles
As I try to look at them through that plain goggles
I smile to hunger and worship thirst
And bless my enemies to die first.
Banished from my motherland
I become the scary stranger on the other land.
To children, I am a monster
To elders, I am a looser
To the outcast, I am a friend
To royals, I am a slave to lend
To the hunter, I am a prey
My outer suffering is a naked ray
Truly, for me you dare not define
Because with me they never choose to dine
My inner pain is dynamite
You deem infinite
My stars varnish
So my dim light I cherish
It is with a heavy deadly wood
That I strike the good
And wage war to the wise fool
Whether or not he tries to be cool
I strengthen my soul
And it feels like a rare coal
For the future is wicked
With my heart it trembles with a bell so creaked
And so I travel
Not very much aware who may tackle
In silent steps
The very silent footsteps
Behind the marvelous mask
Embedded with a mysterious task
Till I reach the cold coordinate
Where comes the trouble of the bastard syndicate
You know not who I am
Only the evil sultan can tell you what I really am.
Copyright © Joachim Amoako | Year Posted 2014
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Amazing little Bird
So beautiful it is
Moving free as solid floats
Jumping from grass to glee
Always beside the green
The butterfly flutters by…
Her colors lighten the world
So bright and so pretty
Tailed to the rainbow
To freshen the sky
The butterfly flutters by…
Her movement as travelling water
She is the amazing little bird
Singing to her is lovely
Though she’s got no voice
The butterfly flutters by…
She is the best sky life
Keeping me alive in fresh breath
She makes the parks
And combines souls
The butterfly flutters by…
She lives to my serve
She inspires my desires
So when the sky is dark
And the rains drop from high
I’ll always thank the butterfly
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I died
And my heart cried
She told me I fled
I am my soul
I lost
For my soul’s cost
She said I kill most
I am my heart
I came
Searching to claim
She asked me my name
I am my face
I failed
And so we sailed
She thought we trailed
I am her demon
I loved
Designed and carved
She had my soul
I am my all.
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Again, she arrived another eve
That same cloudy birthday
Her blood crawling up and down
With her heartbeat rising to a countless pace
She had frowns in smiles
Embedded in a web of desires
She comes with a flag of beauty
Waving against a horny tune
To my surprise she was raw
With those helpless bossom
Tapping their ends against a spacy ground
Fleshy carved apples
Consuming my ethical appellations
And plucking my defenseless emotions
Her hair
Smiling patiently beyond adoration
And spinning along timely edges
Caresses my taste to that tune
That demonic tune casting spells on me
She waves them like wind – shaking – leaves
Licking their oily look with her ear
And bragging about her beauty with that
I cannot forget
Her spicy fingers
The painful pitchers that pound pleasure
She will scratch me
She will wound my chest
She will write smiles with those fingers on my back
The soft heavy legs
Erected just like full me
They stand in peace with gravity
They pose so flirty
That I can’t help my eyes over fine
The rump
Behind her in soaring circles
It summons a 1000 funny army
To rise beneath my arms
And stiffens my 600 veins
A night of illuminating sins
Her lips
Heavier than this piece
I will make her lips a chalice
And drink from it the wine made of her saliva
I will seal it with mine
And omega
O’ my soul’s attached demon
My friend in crafty crimes
The angel in black sheath
Feed my heart with your fluctuations
Let me ablaze your filth
Abound in me the glorious memory
Of nights in holes on tolls
So my sensational hunter
You are welcome to a night world
Rule this dark with your marks
Free my tongue to taste delight
Push me against the wall
Squeeze my neck
Pierce my back
Trade my troubles with your sin
Let us keep condemning this bed
Chain time with your skills “Rider”
Flung my fear into a righteous box
Infect my emotions
And seduce my senses
…Sensational hunter!!
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