Opoku AfriyieAsante Poems

Behind the wan smile on every gleaming face,
nobody agnizes the wardrobe crafted in dust with melancholy,
nobody perceives the concealed mourn of their demented souls
I know they know not,
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A wussy night for a moment, a scar unhinges walls of heaven
a bullet to torment, this fine rib of an endless romance
from above a christmas snow turns bloody, in my shadow she lays in snow
never did I know, that you were wrapped around the edge of the unknown
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I heard the news too late
though brought to me as with lightning;
A sweet breeze from the vows of a dreaming trumpet
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More have I known; more will someday my memories ache
What good is knowledge, when someday my breath sprints away?
What pleasure shall I see, when am no better than the dust of the earth?
Is it true that someday the trumpets would sound?
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Days dethaw into seasons, seasons into ages brushing the tooth of creation
home of legends, home of myths, a testimony to torture
the spark of grace has provoked another voyage, and my spirit dulcet
the dancing rope of faith have i yielded to, and my reward infallible
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Still entangled beneath this orphic reverie,
I hear not from afar the sound of music from the tree,
The tree with an improbable shade that modulates an obscure orchestra
from the east winds,
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