Sorrow is too painful a Master;
I must resign his employment.



© Qwey.ku

Race - ism is

a

myth

m  a d  e

of
*****
sneaky
pipe bombs
filled
with
the
shrapnel
of

Wars

P  a  s  t

P  r  e  s  e  n  t

 F  u  t­  u  r  e


A

sinister

s t o r y

of

tradition

explaining away
unsubstantiated
social phenomenon
built on
widely held
perpetuated
ideas
of

falsehood



Humanity.

Reboot.­

Start over.


Children,

colour within the lines

b  e  g  i  n

&

e  n  d

with a program

of

t r u t h;

keywords:

c r o w s
a  r  e 
b  l a c k


~ QB

The petty division

o f  s e m a n t i c s.



The bloodied mace

o f   w a r   o f   w o r d s.




T h e   v i le   p e n

strikes a more brutal blow

&

  b  e  

mightier  

t h a n   t h e   m o r t a l   s w o r d.



~ QB

the turmoil of the universe
was carved of a canvass
of black so its stars would
shine ever brightly.

our celestial picture is heaven
astrologically saying;

"the darkness of your troubles
simply serves to luminate
the brilliance of beauty
in all your battles of victory...

for even death is undone
with the last flicker of breath
like falling stars leave
a glorious trail of descent"


**© Qwey.ku

Finding oneself is painful.

Its simile is precious gold
never  exorcised with ease.

Only at an arduous end
is carat (er) considered Golden.

Sow

&

“Dig Deep” when life troubles
for Wisdom says you are;
”A Hidden Gem”.


© Qwey.ku

There is a reason why
Love
&
Hate
never friend...

They try to visit on force of occasion,
but blindly
pass
like lone
ships
in the stiff dead of night.

They
create
such

a haunting divide;

an ebb

&

wake
of salty foam.

An eerie vacuum...

a sense & state of pregnant airs' taste

...a forever's of fleeting tranquility.


**© Qwey.ku

I dreamt of father,
He confided, he was dying.
Mother Mercy watched on,
All knowing,
As he & I embraced...

Through a whisper,
I cried
“I love you”...

Never have I held one so tightly,
As I did last night.


**© Qwey.ku

There is an evening breeze that comforts the path to Accra by night.

A common wealth for all who conquer its gradient;
prizing the illumination of the citied valley beneath.

A learned African crown jeweled with serene delight
&
little mountain secrets kept best by moonlight.

Unsuspecting souls seen from heights above,
minuscule yet vivid through the glimmer of artificial lights.

Their hidden stories birthing true conversation.
A solace of reasoning with sparse escape from the sofa of the mind.

Picture pleasant occasion frozen in time
found only in joyful thought
&
youthful moments divine...

These are the brightly darkened scenes
under a carpet of stars
channeled through the lens of ‘Accra by Night.’

© Qwey.ku

infected by your
contagious smile

for this the heart
has no antidote

© Qwey.ku

We write our history with footsteps.

Blindly,
We rarely read in between the lines.
Hope is there,
Indelibly, invisibly, inked;
Blood red,
Between every page
of
pain & glory.


~ QB

Established thought
unearths reputation as
a time-based construct.

Little wonder He is named;

Rock Eternal
&
Ancient of Days.


© Qwey.ku

The beauty of His handiwork drives us miles in the thousands, pursuing awe in the mastered mystery of creation.

We are wonder full at the appearance of mountainous clouds, thick forests and their streams, serene lakes, seas, their neath and the landscaped violence of waterfalls.

Even at the worthy tranquil beauty of mornings microscopic droplets called dew.

Such a creative Heart present and Earthly plain to see of which even the mouths of babes cry praise.

Yet from the day of the open womb atrophy is arm strong, ministering twenty-four hour receipts.
Perplexing why many seek not beyond it?

The first Romans spoke of this mystery and at the eleventh hour the wisdom of learned Hebrews faithfully exposited;

"to diligently seek the Wonderul is to find Him, rewarded with the masterpiece Himself"


© Qwey.ku 2023