Nana Kwame Nketsiah

Listen to her cries
oh you deaf, deaf mate
together we make a tie
oh dear, dear string
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I love to sleep all day,
Or play all night.
But I must get all ready,
For Monday morning so tight.
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I shove it off
Once again my morning grow wet
Tears drip down my cheek
I shove it off
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Long gone the passing time,
Yesterday seemed so long.
Though in my pocket there is no dime,
My mouth would not wet without my tongue.
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I wish I was a heavenly angel
For I would watch and protect mankind
But I am no heavenly angel
Hence must play in my own kind
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I still remember the jingles of my childhood
Run, run, run there is a fire on the mountain
Such sweat melodies that never brought bad mood
As my mum would always send me to the fountain
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By night the muses snatched me away, in to their
loveliest
Abode where the gods grow fond of. But poor I am in word to describe
The heavenly refinement of this humble paradise.
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Though I love, I do not know what love is,
Though am sick I do not know what I am sick of
The beauty of love, run heavily indebted through
And through any blood
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Ah the drum sound,
The owl takes to flight.
Far away from civilization,
The deadly cult sound.
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I.
Near the fountain close to the river,
I saw a gentle lady
Picking wild fruit and flower,
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Let the gentle breeze,
Flow through me
For I feel so much dizzy
Because it is cupid who lives in me
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I dare not put heaven In rage
For the mysteries I must keep
And stay away in this lonely cave
Waiting till all seeds are reap
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When can I call you my love?
Or should I let thousand summers and winters pass?
Embracing my loneliness in a sad warm thought
Perhaps this punishment has gone on too long.
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I would go crazy if I don't stop
Hear my head beat as fast as the gong-gong beater
Climbing high into this realm of life I would drop
Into the boiling water with too many heater
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My mother's day gift
Would not be tainted with fright
Because I love mum so much
I dare not play a hunch
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Damascus is far
so i cannot relate to her fears

Damascus is far
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What is a day for? Tell me so i may know.
Days are were we live, they come and wake us time and time over. They help us get our daily bread by pushing us through the crowd.

What is a night for? Tell me so i may know.
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Between truth and falsehood i was confuse, i couldn't pen down the real feelings of my heart. Maybe i made a mistake, but show me were i went wrong. Maybe the agonies of life has thought me to forget my self, maybe i was selfish, maybe i wanted to put the power of your words to test, maybe i was afraid to reveal the ugly face behind the mask. Am tormented by my action and torn apart. Allow me to break down; i have punish you long enough. I allowed the power of my words to rule you. Maybe a king in a forbidden world or i am lost, though am weak from what you showed me, you indeed put me to test, but am glad you finally won.
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In the bed of crimson joy
Lays a baby boy
Whose parent begot him
Through the mighty locks of the tongue
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