A Break In Lineage Poem by Prince Kenny Osei

A Break In Lineage



The deepest stories of repulsion
Had been told & the unpropitous
Seasons have long ago being lived;
Not by us but by the integuments
To which we now trod as their lineage
With days becoming years
And years becoming centuries
We have lived life in a path
Maidenly walked by the aforementioned;
the integuments to which
We now stand
Now we may tend to whoop
and cheer as we roar to soldier
on every test that welcomes us
to a new ground

We are being abreast of the voids
And vacuums of 'earthliness'
like the beads on abacus
being toiled by a year-old child
Our perception of lineage
Has bequeathed
And grown stronger than our beliefs,
At least for the poets from this noble clan


As the sun declines, light ebbs away
Just as we undo the sleeves
rolled to our biceps
In the darker days, we have left
Unfinished sentences
And we yearn to eviscerate foreign norms
alienable to the paintings
In our cradle of thoughts
and sofas of willingness

Rubrics of everyday
Are rhymes and continuation
To the waiting forlornly
our integuments left while they assumed our welfare
The moments of renunciation
Strike our labyrinths of memory
And emotions; for us to take
a new fertile course
And become the dream
Our integuments dreamed
There must be a broken jinx
in this thread



A thread whereby half a cloak
Really becomes better than
no cloak at all
And the fetters on our souls
Become fairly revived for prudence
Some of the ochres to which
Our future were painted in vividity
Have become pale but translucent
It's today that the sky swells
And the clouds wisp;
the effervescent days long for a hand


Now that the stronghold of allusion
Are clearly seen than before
And the contrast between the palms
and the soles of our feet
has woefully become unsimilar;
It's then that the break in lineage
commences
When we seize to be engulfed
By the pigments of mediocrity
And live above reproach
while the well-being of our 'foes'
becomes mutually graced with glee
in our minds


A break in gloomy lineage;
History calls for...

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