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Superstar

Amongst the prevalence
Of audience,
I'm in my Element.

Paradoxical mix of
Energy and
Peace.
Intense blissfulness.

Pulsating and Profound
Chorus of
Harmonious sounds.

Six billion on the ground
The only spotlights
On me now...

Conciousness ceases
To exsist
As the galaxies stars
Have made me rich.

The orbit of a Mystic.

With each syllable
I align their universe

Elation
Over my occupation.
Swirling constellations.

My lips emit
Ignited comets
Pluto melts
In my grip.

Nebulas implode in my mind
As I meteor shower
Wisdom into black holes
Engulfing the masses.
Momentary immunity for
Intellectual paralysis.

My glare
Beams rays of light.
Within ultraviolet glow,
Ultra violence is exposed.
No shelter in shadows.

The blind's first sight.

My voice bellows,
Constant rise,
Gravity is a friend of mine.
Infinite echoes as
My prophecies inhibit
Revolution.
I remain mellow.

The deaf hear it clearly...

I remember when
The world  proposed to me,
Heroes and villians on two knees,
Praying for Holy matrimony.
But I already wore Saturn's ring
And saw the universe as my family.

They deemed me a superstar.
Extraterrestrial
Inhabitant of celestial.
Showcased like an all-star
Iridescent to the near
Iridescent to the far.

I stare at the six billion
As they star gaze back at me
With the same look I always see,

Stupefied and revitalized.
Neurons in hyperdrive.
Their core values have
Took quantum leaps.

Spotlight eclipsed,
Standing ovation now comes,
So for today,
My cosmic job is done.

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Alien Nation

Alien Nation

I come from a place of 
Transformative
Sights
Sounds
Inquiries,
Amour
Tranquility
Reverence

I sought an
Odyssey
Inspired by
The Man on the Moon

I wanted to be 
On top of the World
Like the North Pole
Lifted

Experience universality
Unities versatility

Thought I’d farewell…

When I arrived
My axis
Equilibrium
Shifted

Gravel unraveled
Charred to the
Earth’s Core

The Tear Flooded Oceans
Made the most embracing waves 

Threw a Penny at that wishing well
Missed it

Wished me well.

Bi-Polar

Hostility
Burned
Frostbit,
Vain
Veins
Bled
Antarctica, 
No,
Colder

I saw with the
Eye of the Tiger
They walk around like
The King of the Jungle
Morally lying

Human Race’s
In humane race
To the end

Genocide
Genius dies
The love of war
Backwards
Raw Evol

Evil Evolved.

I did right
To progress 
But, behind 
I was left

Without
Outer Space
I’m out of place

There’s in elephant in the room
They’re my elements of doom
Their six tons to consume,

Insatiable glutton.

I thought gravity was the force that held humans down,
Synonymous for prejudice?

The force on their faces must have 
Turned those smiles frowns!
….At least, that my posthumous hypothesis...

I wanted to be a part of the world

I came hungry
But they ate me

To many strings attached
Cut the hate please

My spirit will return to my Planet
Like the Galactic Plan said.

When I met the 
Man on the Moon,
He inspired me,
But now I realize 

It wasn’t humanities alienation he loved,
It was the Alien Nation.

I thought I’d farewell,

Now I’m back to the
Extraterrestrial Celestial

Far gone,
So long,
Farewell.

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Memoirs of a Chauvinist

Envisions of a new world order
Have infected
My ideologies
Concerning political parties.

Apathetic to the suicide bomber
Clutching his holy scripture
As Jesus is turned
Into an aborted fetus.

Starving for liberation,
Feed us.

The refugee diet
Is to die for, try it.
Stomachs bellow
As anxious toes embrace dirt,
The ravenous pride of the nation
Echoes anticipation.
A scrambled breakfast
Governed by corruption
Served with a life time
Supply of fervent AIDS
Lunch smothered in rape
With a free side of abduction
For the main course:
Genocide platter
Mass produced for thousands
Guaranteed to be
The last meal you'll need.
Original recipe
Provided by Chef Hitler
Improved by Africans.

Honor roll,
Honorable
But when you're in the projects
Good grades
Don't stop strays
Or minimum wage

This is a power point;
Bullet points puncture.
Marauder role models
Personal drive
Is micro soft
Where are their goals?
Error: Can Not Find File
Link to ambition missing
No need to excel
Brain is a blank desktop
That's screen saver
Screams for a savior
Poverty striken hompage
Frozen
Black plague virus
No chance at
Socio-economic advance
Now tomorrow you face book
Crash.

A diploma and welfare check,
Makeshift teflon vest,
At best
Yet,
A mic or a round ball
Provides the best bet.

At ease soldier,
No questions vet.
We don't ask
You don't tell.
Afterall,
We don't even know
What your really fighting for
Or whether you aim to please
Or shoot to kill.

America was stolen from natives,
Built by immigrants.

Dear foreigners,
Thank you for making our bed,
Now sleep outside
Where the homeless won't
But beware of dehydration
Land mines
Barbed wires
And snipers.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
Sincerely,
Your friends in America

I see society with my eyes closed
And wade for the truth.
Diving into the obscure
Pits of morality
Searching blindly
For enlightenment,
Butterfly stroke.
Inhaling the souls of slaves
Exhaling the souls of colonists
Civil rights submerged
Drowning at the border
Gasping for freedom.

This oppression is toxic.

Ammonia aroma
Intellectual paralysis
Socially concious coma.


Divided we've stood
United we'll fall.

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Formulating Linguistics

In order to form these words,
you must start by being unsure.
from comforting warmth, to a artic discomfort
switching to fire and ice again.
Temperature like a predator
in the Sahara desert dusk.

Sit on your porch at dusk, 
watch the clouds create their words.
Be your linguistic barrier’s predator.
Mentally conjunctions float unsurely 
from a mastermind. Look up again, 
wonder if Neruda felt discomfort.

Do geniuses feel discomfort? 
There is something stimulating about dusk.
Forget. Forget about the poem again, 
look around. Everywhere, there are words. 
Nature’s are certain but society is unsure. 
Awaken your predator

Prey on inhibitions, predator.
Relax and drink it in, relieve discomfort,
tongue against cup. In unsure
clouds, words. Not just in dusk
either. Insects make sharp words. 
Crumple a sheet of paper. Again.

Now throw it out, again and again. 
Soon, sensing a literary victim, your predator
will chase it. Wonder what a word
really is. The pen will give you discomfort
in your hand. Take some paper. Dusk 
is now ending; Be absolutely sure

this time you will write it. Surely,
you will crumple it up again. 
Don’t get a flashlight, it’s still dusk;
the lines are blurry. Your predator 
will inspect you, it’s hunger discomforting.
Write. These words

won’t write themselves. No words do. Surely
by now you know that. How discomforting the pen feels. Again
you are unsure. Until dusk is over, and your predator is bored, will it be done.

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Beautiful Nightmare

3:33 am and my eyes feel the same open as they do closed

(I wonder if this is how she felt?)

Front teeth smother
Bottom lip,
(Except when I cough)


Stress stains my cognition.
Red drips and green strokes.
Acid spots
burning through
Solar galaxies

The darkness is embracing.
Demons dance to my rapid heart beat.
Tantalising choreography

Sinister laughs,
Harmonious.
Beautiful smiles
Glow.

Please go.

Temptation teases.
What a shiny dress.
Dirty hands
I feel
...but I don't see...

Coarse,
Chilly,
Clammy.

I caress
Ever
So
Gently...


What's the use in blinking when you see the same thing?

Blurry nothingness.
Abstractions paint the scene.
Artistic evil mind.
Awake yet always dreams.

Whispers in my ear...
I feel pain from visions of the future
They echo what will never be
The should have been realities
...I plug my ears and still listen...

Sorrow oppresses
Eyes lids
-Can't tell if they're open or not

Squint to see in the dark

Nearsighted to fiction
Farsighted to the truth
Direction?
No
-correction
*Perplexing

Floating in this time space continuum

There's a need for
Ethereal aromas.
Self induced comas.
...Atleast, for a moment...

Because ignited embers
sear into my brain,

"What ifs",

As the past and the present
Battle in front of me
Not realizing,
The future,
Flying away,
Further...
Further...

Flashes of fluorescent light
Blinding me
Eyes wide open
(Atleast I think)

The room now full of
Thorns,
Horns,
With mirrors,
Front
To
Back


-I wonder if this is what she saw before she died...

...Concious fades to black...

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Smile

Hot 
Tears 
Stream 
Down.
Lava rain on a window pane.

Pain and struggle deteriorate the mind,
clock with out a tick, 
Just a waste of time. 

The Devil shows in spurts 
killing our inner minds, 
but God lurks and 
In him you will find 

Your sanctuary, 
little bit of heaven. 

May be hidden, like 
sherlock you MUST detect it, 
find it. 

The Holy Trinity. 

Protect hearts from 
The ideologies of society. 
Let your mind be free. 
Break titanium chains of obscurity.

Let your eyes be wise,
Visual intellectuals.
Let hearts love freely.

White Doves defying gravity with 
Glistening ruby rose petals.

The great ones struggled. 
Adversity rampant. 
Overcame the strain.
For that, 
They are heroic. 

Sear ambitions in your mind,
A picture you framed it. 
View it everyday 
Erase pain you came with.

Angels transformed by the New Testament.

The next day comes, 
Birds croon a harmonious song 
As they bask in the Sun.

Angels transformed by the new testament.


Our lost ones are adding glow to the Sun. 
Through fire rain and
Smoky clouds,  

God's Son's rays always shine through. 

Let loved ones gain 
Immortality through contagious smiles
Reflecting the Light.
As we create
Our own spotlights.

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Secrets of the Emotionless

His parents, 
killed.
the whole town
grieved,
but
the whole time
he,
kept his face dry.

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Eye Sight

Am eye wrong for
Befriending the blind
And dedicating hours to
Describing the colors of an
Aurora Borealis

Am eye wrong for
Prolonging sleep
So for when I fall into
Hibernation reality
Morphs in a seemingly
Endless lucid dream

Am eye wrong
For watching the
Daisies longer
Than the Series Finale

Am eye wrong
Taking pictures of
Every sunset
And every sunrise

Am eye wrong for drawing
The moon against the night sky
But never using white or black

Am eye wrong for
Closing my eyes
When listening to music
To watch the notes dance
And illuminate the back of
My eye lids

Am eye wrong
Defining beauty as
You without make up

Am eye wrong
Loving what I saw within
But crying over what a life
Would be without

Am eye wrong for the
Visions of revenge
Toward those who have
Victimized me for the ways
I look

Am eye naive
Because I don’t know
What “ugly” is

Am eye wrong for
Keeping secret my
Prophetic visions

Am eye wrong
Believing
Real Eyes
Realize
Real lies?

Eye am not afraid
Of the dark, But
Eye am afraid
To blink.

 

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Until Then

The girl of my dreams and
I became an insomniac

Everyday I exalted her and
These days no more contrary...

Caressing her beauty but
Obscured to the ethereal sight
Deaf to the harmonious voice

I search for her but
Everytime I turnover
I descend

Blood bolting through veins
Anxiety attack with
Each inhale

Lungs turn into a canteen
Liquid ice barges in
As my Conscious and
Unconscious
Spar
under the
Permafrost surface

The devil butterfly strokes
Toward me
Celestial and
Peaceful
Like a dove
Saturated in
Blood

The devils decrepit
Hazel fingernails
Graze my lips
As I punch through
The ice and
Reach for
Her hand.
Forgetting
Shes now
Miles of memories
Away.

Now I stare
reality in the pupils.

Engulfed in its
Infernal darkness...

Reborn,
Before I can blink.
Immortalised in solitude.

Until we meet again,
Amour will be my armor

-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng

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Distant Memories

Remember when...
Getting high meant swinging on the playground, 
never connected to smoke from an exhale sound 

The worst thing you could get from the opposite sex were cooties, 
now we risk STD’s when pursuing sexual opportunities

Your Mom or Dad was synonymous for hero, 
The one you strived to be like 
Never thought about all the future fights 

Your enemies were only your teachers,
never friends who would later 
become betrayers or now
Your greatest enemy is
Your inner me
 
Race issues were who ran the fastest, 
not who said the most racist comments in your classes

Getting tipsy meant trying to spin your fastest, 
Now we mean partying and
Getting trashed

Love and hate were just four letter words, 
not sayings that could change your whole world

War was a card game, 
Now just regular aspect of life 
Infected with strife

The only drugs you knew were chewable, 
never had to think about overdoses on Adderall or Ritalin

Girl that wore skirts didn't have to be a slut

Parties were fun times at Chuck E. Cheese, 
now symbols of popularity

Eanie, meany, miney, moe 
for decision making was the only way to go, 

The only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike, 
not what came out of a cigarette or pipe

The only thing that hurt were skinned knees,
fix by a kiss

Now broken hearts can only reminisce.

Your hardest problems could be solved with rocks, papers, scissors, shoot  
not by hospitals or counselor visits

But what I remember the most was 
Just wanting to grow up, 
now I’m just wishing some of my birthdays never showed up.

I remember 
How life used to be simple and care free,
no complexities.
It's to bad all of these now seem like 
ancient history and 
have become distant memories

Do you remember?