Long Befuddlement Poems

Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787-

One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang 
And the valleys with every gaiety rang,
The sun just setting from a misty east
We had...

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I established a rapport 
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the...

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we all have our ups and downs
enjoyed in lesser detail on the upswing
and greater granularity on the corresponding
and subsequent regress to various terrors
the trick is to not obsess and get conned
into the notion of a...

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at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that non-conformists are all alike
but wait I am harsh this is...

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Does doubt enter our minds 
only when we are 
unsure about something
when we think about something
see something
hear something 
or are told something 
that gives us pause
do we learn to doubt 
like we learn our A...

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Listen, Listen well, but be careful what you hear.
For ivory wind catches mischief in the voice.
It stirs a gale in the beast courthouse.
A valley of snakes in a glib scandal. 
On the hot seat, a...

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Captured by the craze
The shock of the rebounding wave
the body is taken to the grave
ding dong ding dong
what am I doing here?

The convoluted state of where I am
the howling of 
the insane

I wrap my scant...

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I,I,I,I, don't know what got me here.
My soul is impacted with heartbreaking despair, and logic is dim and unclear.
Should I have?
Should I have stopped him from walking out the door?
Should I have expressed my feelings...

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We caught them taking turns
Splurging in an imaginary feast, where the figurines kissed
Where the billboard dog stared and winked
And robbers, dressed like priests, counted change
Which they had stolen from the beggar down the street 
Of...

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There’s a masquerade of feeling where no heart is.
I try to veil my true feelings of dismay in a shroud.
Trudging through the woods of ebony;
falling into complete obscurity of shadows and the soul.

A world of...

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Upon meeting that special person

There's no doubt in your searching mind

You can sense it, this is surely the one

It's a feeling like no other kind



Suddenly you stutter and stammer

Your face turns a crimson red

Wonder if...

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When meeting that special someone
There's no doubt in your searching mind
You can sense it, this is surely the one
It's a feeling like no other kind

Suddenly you stutter and stammer
Your face turns a crimson red
Wonder if...

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Search your soul
Eyes as black as coal
Search your heart
For thieves in the night will take you apart
 
Back stabbers, rats and demons 
Someone’s always waiting to watch someone fall 
Have a thrill, rotten will 
Depression...

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Upon meeting that special person
There's no doubt in your searching mind
You can sense it, this is surely the one
It's a feeling like no other kind

Suddenly you stutter and stammer
Your face turns a crimson red
Wonder if...

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