Till then

In the realm of words, our hearts entwine,

Where wine and swine are woven into a basket of stupidity

A bond so strong, it transcends time and space, milking the brian into insanity 

Through emotions and thoughts, we connect and align, telling the truth about our loss and our iniquities

Our souls speaking a language that's hard to replace,like the wild fires of the 1980s sweeping the sins of our vicinities

In this toposphere of love and understanding the atmosphere of our connection to nature

We find solace and comfort, we sew the cloth of unity where religion and region was empty dustbin,we took the pill of culture

Our stories intertwine like the threads of a tapestry, history unfolds doctrines blindfolds, as love ruled the heart of two

A beautiful narrative of friendship, pure and grand, a bone marrow flow through to our heart creating magnificent magnetic field too.

Till then, my friend, may our words be the bridge,

That spans the distance between our hearts and minds, don't call on any emmgency lines

May our connection remain strong and unwavering not to sublime

A beacon of hope, a shining light that never dims or declines."

©️®️ Ambdr Felix Atta Amoakoh

24/07/24

©️©️ Of image to the rightful owner

DON'T LET OKAPI PLAY BASKETBALL VIDVOICE TRAILER @jefkanzy

Forged from Cupid's Flame

Forged from cupid's flames

is a love so strong,

one that outshines Aphrodite

his bow never lies

his arrows struck this heart

a heart that wants you.

Forged from cupid's arrow

came a heart so pure,

purer than before

you picked me up

from the shards that broke

and made me whole once more.

Forged from cupid's arrow

came a melody that never dies,

these words are true

you are what I desire

a heartbeat that never fades

my evergreen beauty 

ours is a love

forged in cupid's flame.

© Adiela Michael Osiah

(For Sasha Smith).

ACCOUNT

There is no.

 More or less.

 Hungry full.

 There is no.

 Door wall.

 Boulevard.

 Very little.

 winter summer.

 Warning.

 Open full.

 Stop run.

 Word crown.

 No.

 A lot.

 Full.

 HASAN AKBAL

How the tides have turned

Oh how the tides turn;

once before there was peace

yet now darkness comes

our very existence

is but a shadow.

Oh how the tides turn;

like Jonah inside the fish,

we pray for freedom

yet if we are

would we be grateful?.

Oh how the tides turn;

we were once brave,

but now our courage fades

like the smoke it is

it falls never to rise again.

Oh how the tides have turned;

our words meant for blessing,

have now turned toxic

just like acid

we melt through

but for how long?...

© Adiela Michael Osiah. 

Beneath the clouds

Beneath the clouds

darkness spreads like fire,

our once lightened path

has lost its light

the same light we could see.

Beneath the clouds

our thoughts linger,

like they never did

our thoughts mattered once

but they're now lost to us.

Beneath the clouds

my tears drown me,

my smile was once real

but tears overtook me

I now wish to be free.

Beneath the clouds

I once had a dream,

now it's blank

it disappears into nothing

an emptiness worse than death.

Beneath the clouds

I saw a glimpse of light,

yes it was bright

but it fades nonetheless.

© Adiela Michael Osiah 

Above the surface

 Above the surface

our masks are all we see,

the same ones

that hide what's true

we cannot outrun them.

Above the surface

the scars that sleep

awaken to a new dawn,

my thoughts resurface

like the early morning dew.

Above the surface

our true nature slumbers,

the only thing we see

are mirror images

images of our true selves.

Above the surface

our tears are superficial,

only the soul knows

what pain exists within

these words are all there is.

Above the surface

our words never matter,

they once did

but it never shows

above the surface.

© Adiela Michael Osiah

©2022

STEPPE

 The sun bids farewell by taking its golden color,

Touching your temples like a busse in autumn.

Not by passing innocent people like that,

It leaves a warm smile to every living thing,

But cold, people are “sometimes” deceived.

Because human scent

It is in front of the sun’s autumn hello.

H.A.