Kojo Owusu

The caryatid - Procession etched on the vague spires
Of fear - the silent strides on the prescience of night
Black shadows with dire aspirations pursued
The lone mournful procession embarked
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Amid the despairing noises and monotony
And futility of our existence - racks and tortuous
Incisions haunt our lone furnace
We walk in the labyrinth of silent echoes uncomplaining
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I strutted the craggy strand
Of the desert sea
Filled with strange inanimate objects
Perturbing in fierce up and down jamboree
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Silhouette of an austere
Poet under balmy shade
Of somber grandeur
And traumatic fulfillment
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The riddle of the sphinx - purveyor
Of the demise of coaxing, swooping, roaring voice.
Words locked in eternal rock shields - unapproachable
The destruction of the sudden throes carefully wrought
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Go to the sacred groove
Of the unknown and bring
The ancient drums
Along with sticks.
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Love - when tears dim your eyes
And a stream of bloody pains and tears
Presaging dissolution taints your dream -
On the lonely path that you have being abandoned
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The world wanders in ruins -
Evanescent wonders seven - incessantly inundated
By tortous roars
The seven seas converge at the edge
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She came holding
Her treacherous heart
Her gyrating
Ephemeral heart
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The wild calls, the howling storm
And the fevered thunderbolts
Gauzily veil dark,
Covering the sky
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Animistic heath – the withered conclave of three hideous heretics
On the crossroads of the barren waste they haunt with talons of awe
Shriveled – cloaked in scarlet of blood of apostasy
In shy posture they are huddled together with the wand of illusion
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Splendor and majesty howling afar
Fame and wisdom and riches
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In the semblance of the wild peacock in beautiful plumes
Outspreading boughs of enchantment, ornate
Dancing in colors magnificent to gain attention
But that is sheer display of wantonness
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I am desperate for the propitiation
Chant to be chanted by the priest
To absolve me from an infernal scourge.
At early dawn, I made my sudden
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Sublime footfalls
Of gods – drowned,
The expectant vault
Will not swallow skulls,
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(A LOVE MYSTERY TO BE RESOLVED)

A mystery fleeting – this I want you to resolve for me matchless sleuth
For I lost my heart
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There was a merry din
That greeted me as I walked alone by the village in
Of brawlers - men merry and gay revelers wild and uncouth
Of boisterous celebrants who have plunged the ideals of youth
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From the precincts of despair sing I
By what kind of death concerns me not.

I tread the path of learning brightened by the outstretched boughs
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It is harvest time - electric harvest in the global village
These convoluted labyrinths of wires came not as a result
Of a millennium expiring in filth of an apocalyptic civilization or demented
Prophecies of old calling forth doom at the dawn of advancement
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The lily undulate on the meandering ripples
Of the stream drawing sustenance as peculiar to watery rhythms
And deep down the valley the self same bends to airy rhythms
Both blooming beautifully yielding flowers in due season
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