PERHAPS

Perhaps some of us were only meant to give out love
And expect none in return
Perhaps some of us were only meant to fall out of love
But not fall in love  

Perhaps some of us were only meant to learn how to love
And give it out
Perhaps some of us were made to be a fool for love
But not a fool in love  

Perhaps some express love in a better way than others
Perhaps some love differently from others
Perhaps some create their own love for themselves    

Perhaps, just perhaps, love was not meant for some of us

DEEP WITHIN

There are deep emotions refusing to be expressed
Words refusing to be uttered out
Actions refusing to be portrayed
Thoughts refusing to be altered  

Deep within, there are
Tears withheld from flowing
Smiles shattered with anger  
Perfections covered with blemishes  

Deep within
Lies the beauty of scars
The insecurities of the heart
The flaws of an optimistic  

Deep within, one can only find the weirdness of uniqueness  

DEAR MOOD

I dislike it when you tease my
sentiments
Feeling loved today then unloved
the next day                
             
I regret the day I put in control of
my sensitivity
Especially when you sway me
And I can't seem to find myself
                
You perfect yourself by keeping me
in suspense
As you are aware I can't help it            
Of course I can't sing to tune when
you are always in charge        
                             
Battling you is endlessly lost                      
As I become weary fighting myself
unknowingly
Crying my heart out for self pity  
                                                             
Dear mood, I give up

CALL FOR INDEPENDENCE

It feels like yesterday, reminiscing the past
I recall when we were made slaves to the foreigners
Under whose command we lived
Whilst we acted as servants
And served them like gods

Bind with metal chains from head to toe
We were sold into slavery
And left the shores of our motherland,
Wailing in sorrow and agony
To work in a land unknown to us

This torture continued until
One man with a diverse mindset
Understood our pains and groans
And called for liberation
For total independence

He stood and fought for all
Notwithstanding the dangers ahead
Against all odds,
He was met with challenges and oppositions
From those he even considered his own

His dreams finally materialized
As he fought, not only for his generation
But the generations yet unborn
And for Africa as a whole

All hail Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah!!!
Ghana's irreplaceable gem

LOST LOVE

I sat and watched you walked away
Depriving myself of having you close
In attempt to stop you
I watch you walk away

I recall when you once taught me how to fight
Fight when fragile?
Perhaps not, when love is no more on the menu
So, I will watch you walk away

Yes, I have battled with life
But never have I fought for love
Being taught to let things be
I watch you walk away

It sounds absurd, I know
It hurts so much, I feel it
It brings memories, I recall
But I will still watch you walk away

Perhaps it’s for the best
For each to go separate ways
Should our paths cross again, call it fate
If not, watch me walk away

Let fate decide
But allow destiny to judge the love we shared
With a teary eye,
I will watch you walk away

My heart signals, it’s time to let go
It’s a lost love already
No one fights against love
But if it’s meant to be, it will surely be

LOVESTRUCK

Tickle my fantasy
To be engrossed with your thought
Sweep me off my feet                  
My heart bleeds for you each passing day                                                      
I am now clinically diagnosed insane           Testing positive for a love syndrome
A syndrome that makes the heart melt
A syndrome that makes the soul ever green              

My perfect prescription is a love tablet per a day
Currently, my favourite drug
Falling for you is my greatest hobby
My one way ticket to paradise.

LET'S GET REAL

Can we be naked with our interactions?
Naked with our thoughts?  
Naked with our actions?        
Naked with our ways?
                                                       
Can we be naked when we relate?
With others?
With society?
Or even within our own selves?        
Can we just be real?    
                                                       
Can we naked      
With no secret lifestyles?  
With no fake smiles?                
With no facial love?
Can we just be real?

Can we naked
With no snitches?            
With no jealousy?
With no selfishness and self-centeredness?    
Can we just be as real as to who we really are?