poem
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the gust of quarter pasts bring forth into the plateau both clarity and caution Pursuits of punctuality Procure a presence of pressure to be a time traveller requires one to ponder on space and time how one navigates through and around space and time what and which time is spent utilising space
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this golden heart of yours does this world deserve it? I needn’t wait for the sun to rise when I know your smile exists. At your door, I receive a blessing, a scolding, a berating too. In such youthful ignorance, I brushed past the healing properties that placed my mind at ease and instead placed…
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at times, one must ask the question how do you hug yourself no guide is needed in terms of hurting yourself in this regard I require assitance so I can comfort myself take in my own essence lay by my side and provide a system of insulation to self for self to look in the…
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Love, like death, affirms We speak again of heralds whose primary task must remain in the action of tearing shrouds silence. Let us embrace and reject it. what becomes of the one who finds comfort in silence or the one who avoids silence will they detest the one who was moulded by it? to mould…
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I began and lost my bearings Engulfed in my own forest so much that the cutlass stained. couldn’t resist a wearing my own stagnancy caused my fabrics to start tearing if one must unravel to invest in destiny have those who choose to save in simplicity been limited not to life but to mere existence?…
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the ink ran out Before I could even begin where do I even begin? consider myself an expert on the feminine picture, Like Howard, like King. Flicks and scriptures native to Venus Miles away from Earth I smile she swings with diction like Serena she clutched her pearls as I held her pearls in high…
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mister chairman there be potholes on the road and we continue to fall in them. in which land of gold do you see rust? on our cars on our schools on our society on our people madam assemblywoman spare me your piety motorcades of panafrican discontent to shield us from motorcades of panafrican malcontent of…
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I wake up in search of bliss and instead I’m cast in a cesspit of tasks of thoughts of things I wanna come off the ends bro Without securing a means to my end. if i end today is that a life well lived? does it quantify as a good ending? how many stars do…
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Didn’t feel the heat from the sun Just the ice in my lungs. heart of the equator thought I’d see you later when I lost you Everything became secondary still hesitate to go cemetery I lost you in secondary and listen I stopped writing on my phone so when it blows it won’t take me…
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when did uprisings become riots? i ask the mandem what does it mean to be to be human, not apex predators to be liberated to be liberators we studied the word. my brothers laughed as I said bleastplate instead of breastplate. but it wasn’t at me but with me as they could all relate. self…
Edward Adonteng 