Those who have love in abundance do not normally base their love on reason. They love almost spontaneously because they derive some happiness or fulfilment from pouring their hearts out to others. The most impotent and fruitless form of love so far is selflove. It is without friction, as a result it’s like cold ashes and produces no flames. By self love I mean seeing and being concerned with only oneself in the universe.
With you, time seems
To move quickly and
Suddenly it’s another
Day. And another night.
And I don’t even notice
Because I’m intoxicated
By your love.
And when death knocks on their door
Then do they run to the poet whom they despiseth
And say, trembling: “Poet, we have a visitor!
Death knocketh on our doors with his handcuffs
And as yet have we not enjoyed life enough,
Will thou allow him to drag our souls away?
Will thou allow him to drag us into the underworld?”
Then will poet sit on a rock and speak thus:
“I cometh and speaketh to you about death everyday.
How it sneaketh in the night and enters thy room
And draggeth thee to the underworld.
But thou despiseth me and mocketh me.
Thou did not listen. Neither did thou say, yes!
Poet, we have heard thy sermon and we shall put our
Modest houses in order before death comes.” None
Paid any attention and now must the poet fight death
For thee? Poet is mortal too. Poet wrestleth death but
He winneth not. For this reason does poet admonish
Thee to prepare thyselves for death’s unannounced visit.
For death’s entrance and life’s exit are but same door.
Suppose that the world was primarily composed of hammers and anvils, and everywhere some malleable metal is being hammered on an anvil. Though it is often considered virtuous, humane and even acceptable by the common era to be an anvil and suck in a little pain, I think it is still advantageous to be the hammer. A metal being hammered on an anvil could never ever regain its original shape, even after many years of reparation, neither could the anvil. The blacksmith who designed them both cannot be said to be an empathic, a just and a considerate one.
This short metaphorical exposition explains the effects of hierarchy in every complex social system where one man’s authority overrides another to his injury. Though everyone seems to sympathize with the vast majority oppressed people, everyone desires to be at the very top of the hierarchy. I think this is one primary aim of evolution whether it’s social or organic – a struggle to reach the very top.
Religion partakes in this process but adopts clandestine tactics trying to push it’s adherents to the very top of the hierarchy, in others words they too desire to be the hammer and not the anvil, though most deny the reality of evolution. The true goal of all religions is hegemony.
This is one of many comments about “Black Man’s Sorrow and Other Poetry.” Though it is my wish that my works will inspire everyone. I normally forget about them once they are published and move on to other ideas. If you are interested in my latest poetry book, you can buy it here or here. All proceeds go to CWC Children’s Orphanage in Ghana in service of humanity.
Life is planned in thoughts
But experienced with emotions.
Reminiscence occurs but not
Last night I dreamt about the sea.
Its waves so strong, it roared like a mob.
The sea overstepped its shores
And landed on a rocky Island.
I saw a lot of people including kids.
They were having fun in the water.
It looked like a vacation or something.
But some people also seemed like workers.
The water entered a glass building nearby
But nobody seemed alarmed, least of all me.
The strong waves was rather fun to watch.
I was fully dressed but when I looked down
I saw that my feet were buried in blue foamy water.
It felt very cold, then everything receded and
Lo, I’m awake.
Let me intoduce my second poetry book dealing with the search for the meaning of life to you. It was originally written in 2014 but was constantly being edited to make sure it comes out tasty and well baked. It covers many themes from the ‘African situation’ to politics to religion to morality to love etc. If you are interested in what I have to say and want to buy it please click here. All proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to the CWC Childrens Home, an orphanage in Accra, Ghana, in service of humanity. Have a nice day my dear. You know yourself.
The heart is an ocean
And we are all free divers.
Some plunge deeper.
Others go shallow.
She plunged deepest.
She knows him more than
He knows himself.