Andrew Otu Nartey
Whisper of pain
A
tucked chin, a grin and a sigh
It is over
The strength, the unbreakable lie
If truths are made by the brave
Then I be the coward that never fought
It is over
The darkness that clouds a good thought
The mischief of tomorrow’s lots
Deeper and deeper I fall in the midst
Of sin I created and a world I hate
An inner voice calls to the deep’s roar
When fate provides a hand
My weakness leads me wane
This must come to an end
I have made no such commitments.
It is over.
Author's
note: Sometimes we feel that others perception characterizes us.
We do not realize that we characterize ourselves by seeing us in their eyes.
Dazed and Content
As if I haven't had more
As yet I want to know what makes special our days
To experience the difficulty in writing our hearts twice
Not many suns have rayed
I have toiled on to nice drafts, I had trodded
But yet as I am ready as always
To be the pool in which my maker dwells
All the minutes and days have paid off
As if today is a culmination of the time gone by
And as yet, I know you're ready to set off
What good there lies in you
First Snow
I hate it
when it turns dry
When the heart skips a beat
doth I feel trialed
I have given it my all
And have had no response
I knew this was coming
Not so soon perhaps
To gather the ruins of my flower
and shape it back to growth
This hurts so much and yet
I think it best not to destroy her trust
I need not walk through this hardtimes alone
How could i have fallen for this grace ?
I'm just ashamed i'd have to tread this land alone
Waiting for my priced to come
From the North of the disaster
About a boy
Six Traces of Gold
One name untold
I was a young boy and now I'm old
One voice changed so many ways
Voices I cannot trust anymore
I wept through the night and found my heart in sight
It cried out to me and we touched
Was it not another dream I imagined?
My words have improved
My thoughts are gone back
There he came with eager eyes
Would you teach me how to rise?
There was no response
My thoughts are drawn back in my world
I lost track of this teacher
He with eager eyes and mine with delight
Perhaps too late I sought his opinion
With unworthy admiration my task is complete
And yet I feel obsolete
I pray I be given a second chance
To Un write this reality
Oh! And now it feels good to be home.
Returning Home
To winter and all she brings
I wonder what makes our days worth while
Why we feel there's a joy
and chastity preferred
I feel betrayed and I am cold
We walked, I turned and my whole world was dark
I asked my life be spared
There was no sigh to be paired
What cruel intentions brewed in the cold?
Thus what happens when you're bare toed
I truly cared for this heart and
Yet my world was frozen and hurt
I run, walked, hoped she looked
I stopped and waited.
Never will I go against myself
Silence is all we have now
She died with the bus
And I will never run again.
A Gift for Mars, Venus & Roses
Give me a rose to die for
A bound beauty to respect
To draw from their youth
Till every part is dead
Serenade my thoughts with care
A song for every tear
A sophisticated beauty though simplified
Ask that I may be
Ask now while I wait
Tomorrow's flame I save
Yesterdays' a living dead
Write this in thine heart
Know thus the truth
And sing when thou art mine.
Spring Blossoms
Sometimes with the smell of spring
With the warmth brewed over years
The protected heart strives to live alone
A mother's joy of an independent son
Catalyzed with the pain of loneliness
Is pain and love all at once
The dreams of tomorrow are left to wind
Chance becomes hope; our faith linger
Sometimes with the smell of spring
A new life is born
A new hope that was gone
Becomes our reality at this brink
Many years shall pass
Many hearts will beat
For oneday with the smell of spring
We would realise that we have fought.
Author's note: Times change ; all is lost but hope.
Treats
I smell of You
My heart glows and glows
and I smell of you
What grave danger do I tread
and yet I smell of you
I - treated with Good cheeks
Smell of you; comforted by the silence
can still breathe your presence
I will smell of you.
Our Evening
This is my journey and the
path doth seem vague
I am appalled by the missed opportunities
Yet I am not ready to walk.
I am scared, I am shaken and I dread my time.
I need what I would have to bear
To prepare for a dramatic growth
I am scared, I am shaken and I dread my time
I stand-alone; I will not walk alone.
My time is what I dread and I need to keep walking
I need to keep thinking, I need to keep hoping
For if the sun is on time
Thus I be blessed with a missed opportunity
I will receive what you're ready to give
I want to receive even more of what you feel
I am selfish, I am scared and shaken
I am thrown in this ambivalent world
I feel love and hate at both levels and a truce cannot be imagined
I will extract what is mine and I will help you with yours
Take a firm grip, my hands are yours
My life is ready, set and weighed - Don't let go of my hand. . .
Drums
of Heaven
I walked through the night
Fancying the goodness of the light
T'was a fortnight i had braced
Cautioning the track i traced
Nothing came through the race
I had lost everything
Then a light shone and I propped
I waited for it to pass on
For it would not ram our lawns
I was the focus and was like stone
I wonder whether it was sent by the light
Could it have been the light?
My questions resort to gut
My answers i need not trot
There will come a night
I do not await its lights
I like what I have now
I am ready to trust my gut.
Yesterday
What have I seen, likewise heard?
Who dares show me the light
Today of all days, my heart shakes for fear
Have I been in night?
Why do I spleen, for what do i sour?
My life feels like an empty tower
But how change I this state -my state?
To live at peace with conscience
To breathe the feeling of Love
I am helpless and my soul cries out
For what days might want
The gate is closed i am told
The door locked, I have heard
What do i do to feel chastity again?
Far and near everyone has
might I console with half?
Yet I feel in me the deep desire to love again
Oh conscience, Oh eyes, Oh scent of the flower
How unfaithful you've been today
All poems Copyright ©2003 Andrew Otu Nartey.
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