Beached…

Beached on our shores, worth noting; willingly
He hung like a portrait of where we were meant to be
He hung, more desiring of us than of living,
beaten and bruised but by no measure broken!
So Dear were we, Death was the cost of loving His bride
and to love us He’d been saving up His whole life

U

You are both rising peaks of the letter,  U is perfect for you are ever rising, ever growing, ever new…

What to do with a great woman

They say behind every great man is a woman,
I say place her infront you,
Like a goal you will always strive to achieve, a relationship doesn’t have to be all stick Let her be your carrot
Place her ahead of you, and keep your eyes on her smile
Let it shine like the sun
and be the last son of krypton on this earth and be magnificent
Charged by her radiance be her Superman
Set her before you

The Only Difference we See

When I was born, I was a child,
I first realised I was black when
a friend told me, at no older than 7 years old
That I couldn’t pronounce his name right simply because
of the extra melanin my skin holds

Ricky, meant nothing offensive by it
it was the only difference he could see
I remember looking in the mirror and finding 

I Is

I’ve started far too many a poem this way,
where I’d say;
Most people think I’m actually more white than red, gold, and green
It surprises many to hear me speak in Twi
yet I’m far too black for the union Jack
And I mean absolutely nothing Racist by that,
but that I stand out in the countryside,
and have granny’s clutch purses, tighter than their gym trips would provide,
Is a fact.
in saying these things
it’s evident my identity can no longer be confined to my skin

Close Call #4: Watch me Cry

Watch me Cry,
like tears are but raindrops
from the clouds in the sky
of my mind.
Saturated over time,  seeking desperately to find
a reason why, they should not fly,
they do not fall, they just sky dive
no longer held by the need to lie,
that I’m alright

For my unborn kids

I will read poems to my children, they will have bedtime sonnets,

and I will present literary bouquets of roses to their senses,

I will show them the bible as more than a weapon to win theological debates with,

I will teach them to avoid debates in general if they’re with swine who are stupid,

I will teach them to say the Lord’s prayer with none of the words written there,
that it isn’t their rehearsed words that God desires to hear,

but what truth, what joy, what pain, that they might hold in here,
I will teach them to live the Lord’s words out

for it is a living word that spouts from the good Lord’s mouth.

I will tell them they are beautiful for they are masterpieces

and to live their purpose out as they are the master’s pieces

of poetry, in purity, to let their  worn out socks mimic them and also be holy.

I will teach them to live life from outside of its temporal confinements,

To know time is only part of our daily finances,

but to spend it wisely, in investments, to save it, not recklessly waste it

I will teach them the works of Christ and show them that is how to love a spouse,

and after 18 to 20 years of preparation, then take them to Solomon’s instructions on practically working that out.
I will tell them it’s ok to be afraid,

That Elijah ran from a lady after calling down fire like it was the rain,

I will tell them it’s ok to make mistakes,

like Joshua did, but to learn from them and never repeat again the same.

I will show them that greatness is in their blood,

that the good Lord made it Prerequisite of their bone marrow,

That it simply is who they are , they need not do anything for others to know,

and if the world can’t see their beauty, to know it’s not their fault the world is crazy,

and that they need not act in any way or conform, to be content in who God designed them to be.

I will show them the beating of their very hearts is the drumroll before something incredible

and lay down a wealth of random quotes

My Father says to make all things worthy of praise or edible.
they’d quote
I will say to them to never give up.

for so long as you can breathe,

so long as you can feel,

So long as you’re alive,

You are amazing by default and only cease to be when you try to be, something that you’re not.

I will read the book of Job and show them it is more poetry than tragedy

and recount the story of Abraham and Isaac as a happy ending parody

of the drama unveiled at calvary.

I will read poems to my children, they will have bedtime sonnets,
and I will present literary bouquets of roses to their senses,

and pray they have sweet smelling dreams,

on pillows with rose petal beauties between the seams.

An Incomplete List of things I think are Cool!

Greasy Slicked Back hair, Like John travolta in Grease
A look, i have come to accept, my receding afro-concrete hair will never achieve
Leather jackets, Wallets kept in back pockets
Android Cellphones and Apple Tablets
Drifiting and Motorcyles
Jet Li
Jill Scott
Non Alchoholic Ginger wine in quater filled brandy glasses
Nike airforces
Swiss Watches
Fully Analog Timepieces
Book Spine creases
Music
Japanese Comics
Nesquik
Martial arts
Specific female Body parts
Like luscious Lips I wish would stick to mine
Lipstick that’s not too hard to define
but not so loud it screams at the eyes
Eyes
Ears
Neck
Nose
Blue and Black fountain Pens
Blue and black hand written notes
Green tea
Pool
The very last day of school
Birthmarks
Empty Parks
Gethsemane
Voicemail
The fact That i’ll never need that when I call on God
All of the music I am addicted to on my iPod

Dropbox
Evernote
Google calendar
Miranda
Big Bang Theory
Modern Family
Unwavering Stability
Uncompromising Security
Anything beautiful that could last for an Eternity
The fact that those  last three

are only

in God.

Benjamin Kyle

The true story of Benjamin Kyle, a man with no memory of his past, inspired this reflection.
May he soon find someone who knows what his real name is.

Benjamin Kyle
No one came to pick Benjamin Kyle from the Hospital.
There had been no one to notify
No next of Kin or in case of emergency contact,
The truth is, there were no facts.
Now if ur found, naked and unconscious, behind a bin,
And your very name is a tribute to the fact that bin had been behind a burger king
Then I guess you can’t be blamed for having never been
too surprised by that.
There were a few things in fact, tht Benjamin knew for sure
one of which was that he barely remembered anything at all
and what’s more
is after countless interviews and tv shows
no one in america still seems to know
Who Benjamin Kyle really is.
Now When you’ve not even the memories
of who you are,
to keep you company,
and you’ve literally no recollection of who the man posing as your reflection truly is
then you can truly say, you’re truly lonely
even in the midst of many.
and aside all this, and not having any of the required papers
to work, or rent or have a place to live,
Benjamin consciously avoids thinking of one thing
of how incredible a person he must have been
to have no one from his old life looking for him
to have his face all over the country
This 65 year old definition of lonely
and have no one in the world say, I know that guy
I imagine He doesn’t go there cos he rediscovered and remembers what it is like to cry
and have no one by your side
and one thing that really hit me about Benjamin’s story
despite having now received alot of genrerous Acts of charity
I think Benjamin still felt incredibly alone
Because when asked “Benjamin so what are your long term goals?”
He simply said “TO grow old and die”
and he laughed when he did so i know he must have said that with a smile
but i’ve seen enough people cry
to know what pain sounds like when it wears a disguise
and Pain stood out in what he said so uncomfortably
like a black member of the BNP
You see, crowded is the worst form of lonely a man should ever be.
Alternatively
We washed on the weekends
so Saturday mornings were marked out in basins
and bags of smelly clothes and school uniforms
Derrick, Stephen, James, myself and John
would move from house to house
and over conversation and washing lines and grass
we’d have our clothes ready for the week and our uniforms ready for class
It was a concept my agricultural science teacher taught me
about how farmers in the village would co-operatively till their land
Because though each farmer had an allocation they could refer to as “my land”
Apple had yet to teach us greed, and they all agreed that no man is an “i land”
so they’d all but hold hands
moving from farm to farm getting done more than each could ever have on their own.
Even Jesus didn’t send his disciples out on their own.
two walked into every town
and two walked out.
Isaac Newton said He could only see further by standing on the shoulders of giants
And you are standing and sitting next to giants
and they are standing and sitting next to you
There are some things only you can do
but there are other times when the best thing you can do
is help someone else do something incredible.
I hope we can use the rest of our lives to create a list of more and more people who
will come forward if any of us are ever to
wake up naked and unconscious behind a bin
then regardless of where that bin has been
our name will ring
on the lips of those to whom we’ve been friends, and mentors and acquaintances
unlike Benjamin’s make a dent in someone’s life
so they’ll always notice
and they’ll never forget your name
cos they’ll always have to say
you did this.

Close Call #3 : Do me a favor please

I watch disaster approach
like a tidal wave
I’ve no hope, of escape
And when death is as reassuring as Superman’s cape
I simply await
My hooded scythe bearing saviour

When fear’s so close I begin to mistake it for a friend
closer indeed than most have ever been
fear could have been a lover
It’s then no wonder 
I’m so shell shocked stupid
Stuck still shot by Cupid
I can’t move
My feet won’t leave fear’s side
on a double date with Mr and Mrs Hope and Help Lessness
on the day I died
or rather on the day I tried 
to fail at holding myself responsible for me 
I’d sooner jump infront of a bullet addressed to another
but I simply watched as the blade went for my jugular
I waited, slowed my heart beat right down 
like I wanted it to last
like I’d so much to review from my past
that though my life flashed 
at the speed of thought
I thought I ought to have a bit more time
I felt the steel reach it’s destination, cold like a kiss from a lover just getting insde from the winter
Contrasting the hate, in the heat of the hand that had now acquired firm hold of my shoulder
The first time in my life I actually couldn’t be bothered
would be the very last, a red letter day indeed inked in my blood
My very life on the line
after days of feeling like I’d been left out to dry
With no pegs or friends holding me down as the winds of strife blew all manner of life out of me
I’ve finally let go
And as I fall to the ground I know
My Killer’s done me a favour
as I’d been beating myself over not being man enough to do this myself
He’d done it for me
spared me the shame of having to ask
my days were indeed numbered, my last approaches dusk
And as the darkness sweeps softly
carrying me away
Reminiscent of the way 
my dad would every day
each night when I was younger 
From the back seat of his car to the welcoming warmth of my bed 
As time and death made me dead
I smiled
Then someone flicked the switch
and before me sat a ghost , a man and a God
staring, 
right through me
and He wasn’t smiling 
In His eyes…

….Fury

4 I’s

Inconsistency Inevitably Invalidates Intensity

5 P’s

“Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance”

The Predator,

Kai Greene