I lie in my bed  
and see four walls and a ceiling
They stand there around me
Silent and unfeeling
Sometimes I wonder  
If they could speak
Whether they'd tell me  
Why they are strong and i'm weak?
They're lucky, those walls
Having no pain to bear
Not living in sadness
With no one to care  
But sometimes the sun rushes in from one lonely window,
and the breeze cools my cheek
Suddenly i know  
that the walls aren't so lucky.  
They may never hunger or strife,  
but no matter how fortunate,
they aren't blessed with life.
No, they can't see and feel,
they can't love and sing
They can't have memories  
of a bird on the wing.  
Yes, now I am the lucky one  
The one loved by my Lord
For after this suffering
I will get my reward

I was taught the word by a woman
Who expressed the word
Endorsed the word
Shared the word
To Give breathe to the word
To Give depth to the word
Weaved with the word
To give and create life with the word
create art with the word
Make babies out of the word
Console with the word
Nurture with the word
Tears of joys with the word
Life lessons were gained with the word
Laughter and friendship came out of the word
Dreams have come true because of the word
Broken hearts with the word
Searching for the one to share life with the word
Tears of sorrow with the word
Ruined makeup and separation out of emptiness out of the word
Broken dreams and long distance out of lack of the word
Lives have been altered because of the word
Lives have been made and lost all in the name of the word
Yet, we fail to see the soul out of the word
The intensity of the word
The power of the word
The power in the word

L
O
V
E

The impetus of the word

The word is misused and misunderstood
Used by crooks
Abused and shook out of its value
The content and context has been ransacked
Those who speak don't speak it in high praise
Those who speak don't speak it in higher praise
But we await it like the return of the fallen
May we all rise in depth of the word
With love on the mental
These kind words from the Aziatic man
Deep love as the anchor.

Medaase medɔfo, Nyame nhyira wo
(Thanks my love, God bless you!)

Lines (thread counts and whether I should be here )
I spilled red Rosè on your duvet
Jus to watch you undress
Why can't I jus marvel at this art I jus made
Marvel at your grace to stop the bleeding
Tryna figure out where we went wrong
This house game isn't us
I failed to play my role
The objective is far fetched
Left unturned
Left on turn
(Sauga)Is my home
But home isn't  yours
Hiding Your face under these covers
Jus to be uncovered
Hair in a bun (but )
all we do is
Argue
****
Then argue .
(Don't hate me after you read this )
Hate the ideas
Embedded Inside the glass house you live in
Don't tell him I wrote this but show him that I wrote this
Love is fleeing.

We all have
We all have
We all have fallen for falls gestures
When night falls brings us under
To witness trees change its colours

We all have fallen for fall's milieu
When breezes blow evening winds to calm lovers' hearts
Out of fear and despair
Loose pages and failure to adhere
Sunken promises
Sunken promises
And dreams you left there

To proclaim that we...
Set clocks back
To prepare that we.....
Adhere to past morales
Of hurt and persuade you to open up
And show the woman you once were
The one full of life
Just to find the last morning glory close its petals once more
For soon will be winter
And the winds not tame but whimper
And pray for a longer October and an even longer November after the sun beats down....

There
Soon will be u and i
As for now i and u
U and i are left in on a broken bridge
where vowels can co-exist
no more.

Till fall falls in our hearts
Where wool sweaters warm us over the dreadful winter of the Kawarthas
Where the bare lands will dictate the space we're  yet to grow into...

I wish u no more.