Poetry Is The Act Of The Soul Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The egotism of the comparison of the people in a walk,
Knock to find out the truth!
And like a mother's proud home and a father's night work;
But, every rose has a stem.
Knock to find the truth!
Like the scattered meetings of the seasons;
Proclaimed by the desire of sweet love.
Knock to find the truth!
With endurance of life to stand on your muse;
For, poetry is the act of the soul! !
With the voices of summer and winter.
A man acts on what he thinks of!
With a pot of 'pito' in the hands;
But, the headmaster is now with my file.
A woman acts on what she thinks of!
And prays to stop the rain from destroying her crops;
But, with beauty i do salute you my love.

Cap, capturing!
Run, rub, rug;
Ancient mysteries! !
I am the new explorer on your love;
But, your love is like something that is truly heavenly.
Row, throw!
If loving you was wrong, i don't want to be right;
And, how can my life be complete with you?
Rub, rob!
Special delivery;
But, dark in colour.
Crumb!
Deluded;
Fare, farewell!
But, poetry is the act of the soul.
Tears of flames!
Let the mountains praise your nakedness;
Well, farewell!
However, eat and drink if you still love me.

Rob, rod!
Only time can heal this pain;
From my imagination!
Only time can change this tide;
Tot, splensid!
Only time can lead me to the land of success;
Year, yearn!
Only time knows who i am;
And, time will always tell the truth.
I am still waiting for the next day!
And like the rythms of a music for a dancer;
Nest, next!
And like a reservoir undergound;
Ancient mysteries! !
If loving you was wrong, i don't want to be right;
Because, some things are better left down for the expects.