Kind Of Love. (K.O.L)

I think I need the kind of love we both imagined
I mean the kind of love they barely mentioned
I mean the kind of love that makes February 14 just a date
Because every other day is another chance to spell love from fate.

I need this kind of love that is never understood in Latin or Greek
I mean the kind that barely cares how much I wear all week
Whether the finest from the dollar tag boutique or the recycled from bend-down boutique
We compliment each other for looking perfectly unique

I mean the kind of love that makes the artist in me careless about fashion
Because it's only her I find worth impressing
And I do appreciate my audience but surely don't wanna give them the wrong impressions.

I need the kind of love that gives your ideas an audience
Place a kiss on your forehead as if in acceptance
And whispers into your ears how they barely made any sense

I mean no need for pretense but what I seek has never been.
Only hoped, told, dream of or most probably inspired by a movie scene
You know that very one that filled us with so much dreams when we were teens
I'm probably just saying if not asking...... why define what we share by what they expect we be......
When actually what we share has never been?

Pampanaa

L.A.W Abiding

A brother serves jail time for a crime he did one time
One time or most times I'm never saying he's right
But he's guilty of stealing bread to save another man's life
Yet the police brought guns to arrest a man unarmed
Jabbed and slapped him down unto his knees
And all he could whisper was..... please

Please, I'm just a broke man trying to survive in these streets
No one to help and I've got younger siblings to feed
For lack of honest jobs I even turned down selling weed
But what's that worth anyways when it's only a condemned man you see.

On the elevated platform sits the man who upholds the law
Or uses it at will to hide his deeds and flaws
Today he doesn't bend the law because he's never been at fault
And even when he does he can afford an attorney
Or just wave a dollar bill and the police does his will

Who knows if the mallet he so upholds came out of his wallet

Crimes and laws will fight all day and night
But crimes will always break laws when they have the right
Because you are only condemned when it comes to light
All the laws you left broken in the shade of night.

So choose a side whiles you have a choice

But if you break the laws,...

Just don't get caught!

Pampanaa

Unique Creator

Happy is the man who trusts in Jehovah
Righteousness will walk before him like Noah
No matter your tongue, be it Ewe or Xhosa
Remember you are dealing with a merciful and compassionate persona

Put your trust in Him and you won't have to look over your shoulder
His word  is Truth and no mere propaganda
So you there reading this sipping your coca cola
Do your best, push hard, contribute your quota
Spread His name from Oklahoma all the way through the Arizona
Tell people He brought fourth the earth, promises Paradise and over
You can do it anywhere, even in your Toyota
Not forgetting you there smoking the marijuana
And your friend beside you inhaling the aroma


Remember He is grand and awe-inspiring to all who surround Him
He is truly good to all who are pure in heart.
A perfect example is our very own Aunty Hannah
You can - just like that man Saul
Who literally changed his name to Paul
Make known His faithfulness to all generations.
                                                              Kandlelightrhymez
                                                               Mothyrhymez

A weird girl I met today

She sat next to me,
The bus was not that full,
She took a palm mirror,
Her hand went straight to the hair,
Dark and well curved face,
I thought I should compliment,
But she was repulsive,
The face that looked abusive,
So through out the journey,
The silence wasn't broken,
A spasm of infatuation ,
I felt with such an unwelcoming bus mate,
But that was my today's fate,
A weird girl I met today...

#mothyrhymez

                                                   A Life's Work

Life is nothing more than a poet's words
 written on a scrap of parchment
Pen to paper, mind to reality, 
We are all stories created
What lies in your pages?
Darkness and pain or flourishing color and life? 
Look within and the pages turn back
Read the works of your author and smile
Whoever you may be you are perfectly you 
And that's all you can ever aspire to be.

#Pampanaa
#Nino Brown
# Nonfa crew

Poetry jux got me thinking?
Doesn't have to rhyme always.

#mothyrhymez

Wild Guesses

I might be wrong or so I hope but either way I hope and know I'm just guessing

We say some people are responsible for the wrongs so we can all be right

Well until you are caught no one is a criminal

So we blame the top and vice versa

And we go back and forth with nothing better

We live in filth like pigs and blame the Lions for not cleaning after us

Here comes the floods, fires and disaster well you can bet we blame the very institutions we are paid to manage

So we get burnt in the middle of a heavy rainfall

We feel so sick yet we look to the sicker doctors for help

The very ones who murdered unborn babies in the name of abortion or whatever justifies them like profession

We say systems barely work forgetting we used an envelope to by-pass the systems

So our youth fear the future because even their present is barely sure

We say terrorist are the beasts here to tear our lives apart

Forgetting just yesterday they were the voices we never lent our ears when they were falling apart

Even the very guns we fear are the ones we carry

They only became weapons when we decided to use them to settle every problem

Truth is the gun never killed anyone

Whoever did is the person you see in your mirror

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

High Pitched

Up on the elevated side of the church facing the auditorium,

Where the voices reached the heavens in harmony

And my dry pitched "forzeto" joined in both ruining and complimenting at will.

Up on that barely concrete stage,

Sang a voice so blameless,

I bet the heavens were quick to meet this one that.

I had to hold my jaw to be sure it wasn't open like the others

Interestingly even our seats had lost comfort that standing in my undersized shoes felt ideal

The strings and keys were right but the pitch I heard subdued all notes to my hearing

It was hers and I knew it, darkly velvet with the new fit.

Forgive my description but anything very musical could best fit.

Her voiced soared till my heart sored and I hummed along like a broken chord.

Don't think after here I'll go write a poem

After-all what will I call it when it going to be all about her voice.

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

Untitled

Before this piece about my homeland Ghana

I will like a glass of the finest Asana.

When that is done be sure to join me do the Agbadza and Adowa

Breath deep the freedom and exhale the over forty nine tongues

From the all ten regional lungs

All in one land, my homeland, the pride land. 

The land Osagyefo defended with bare hands

Erected on the blood of the fathers

The warriors who thought beyond belly matters

The matyrs

The home of glory

The home to all yet open to more 

Because our diversity is our core.

So when looking for the one word to sum it all up to full,

Just take that deep breath and let it out slowly,

'' Beautiful"

I hope Odomankoma hears our prayer.

Saves our kind from the slayer

Revives the warrior bloods of Nkrumah

And above all makes us greater and stronger

So help me God.

Kandlelight Rhymez

Pampanaa

Nkrumah lives on