Quizzed Persistently
Grave looters ans shop lifters,
Interpersonal problems to greet the muse;
But it started from the family and,
I don't need flowers on my grave because i am lonely.
I wonder where you are and,
Of the grave looters and the shop lifters;
But when the night falls,
Love makes sweet songs to my muse.
I don't need words from my window because,
You will see my nakedness and be attracted;
For i am the thick forest that teaches mankind,
And i need moisturising lotion to come out straight!
You have to be somebody for someone than these acts,
And to be quizzed persistently is not right!
For you keep on stealing all the time.
Can we die twice? !
Then thick about tese act of yours in the society;
For i still do wonder about them and,
My mind is still not at rest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ahinful
In the thick forest of my own village,
With the light from the moon to guide us on;
But, this valley is 12 feet wide! !
And like the muse of love in the land of many roses.
Stand, brand, and, strand, band, grand, land, Ireland;
And like the muse of love around a candle stand,
But this moon gives us light in the dark around this village.
Words!
Being with the muse of kindness;
Love!
Being with a child in this village;
Works!
Labouring in pain;
But near at hand to respect your muse! !
For, the light of the moon guides us on in this village.
Plan and scheme,
Hope and dreams,
Works and acts,
And, to secure a place! !
But, Ahinful my lover is still in the thick forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Valley Of Anchor
To uncover her nakedness like a sweet lover on the bed of roses,
But to come up out of her grave like bat out of hell!
I am in the valley of anchor to share my views with you.
I have tiome to uncover her nakedness,
I have the joy to share her love;
But the muse that muses is all that i share with you as well.
To come up out of her grave like a bat out of hell,
With te valley of anchor to share my mind with you;
But from the days of her youth,
She was all that it takes.
Wrapped in the wings of love is her identity and,
I am in the valley of anchor to make love with her;
But from between her breasts are the true love of her muse.
Her lewdness to all is in the valley of anchor,
And her nakedness to all is seen around her youthful breasts;
But the door of her hope is what she has for you,
Like me being with her all day long.
Take a stick and write upon it,
For i desire mercy on this love than hate;
Like the great River Hiddekel.
She has set water for me to drink on this love,
Like a freewill offering of her love in the valley of anchor;
But be very careful to swim deeply into her love.
Like the King's food and the Queen's water,
Im am in a night vision of love to share my views;
And from between her breasts are the sweet things of love.
The deep and the secrets of her love,
Like the great River Hiddekel pouring down on her nakedness;
Come and explore this valley of her anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Roses Of Love
The first fruit of impresion really matters and,
I will give you my name for a little bit of your love.
I am in love and i want o tlove you deeply!
For sadness and disappointments are all over my face.
I am ejected with the objections of love without a clue,
But one day i will find my way through to your heart again;
Because the muse of my sadness is all about you.
More sorrows and of the words of the truth,
More sorrows and of the acts of my mind,
But listen to my visions of love like the Schoolmaster.
The syntheses of life is full of hopes and dreams,
But life itself is like the grave of my father;
Because love had taken me that far!
I am your muse and the way of life,
I am your love and the way of peace,
For love is like the grave of my grandfather!
And i ill live to love you more.
I will be back for the roses of love,
i will love you for the kindness of peace,
For this life is what we make out of it;
And my love will touch you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Forgotten River
The forgotten river,
Lonely in the thick forest waitinf for your love;
The forgotten river,
Lovely and nicely prepared for your muse in the thick forest;
But, the big ship has now collided on the high seas! !
Maturiy of character,
Along the coast of Italy! !
But, it is an extraordinary thing that someone recommended for you;
For, i am the forgotten river in the thick forest.
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Love Brewed
The phase of my love to you and,
The phase two of my act towards your muse;
Obsessed by my wealth and the elegance of your joy!
But, it is natural to express the feelings of jealousy at times.
Natural breasts,
To look attractive ans to smell sweet;
The natural act,
To look lovely and to look smart;
But, why should someone hurt you my love?
For, i will cry in my grave if i fail to fulfil my dreams for you.
Love brewed in the African pot,
With youthful acts to overcome the ageing nature of things;
And like the muse of poverty as seen around us,
But, i will cry in my grave if i fail to fulfil my dreams for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For The Sake Of Love
I am the muse that speaks and the carnal mind is around too,
But my love to you is like the sweet potaotes!
For in it you will find the teaches about self control.
The vessels are fine and my muse is ready,
With words from the nosological relatives around;
But, i will paddle my own canoe for the sake of love.
The riddle of this muse and the rhythm of the blues,
The fiddle of the fields and the songs of love,
Like the digestive systems of man;
But the ruminants are like the surgical stapler.
Oh, what's love got to do?
Somewhere, anywhere, nowhere!
Cain hated Abel and i loved you;
But to cogitate is to love you all the way.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ruth Fecyeh
When the rain falls, it doesn't fall on one man's head!
So this is the way of my muse to you;
For you can still lay down in your nakedness for my love.
You need me to satisfy you and,
You need this muse to tell you who you are;
For the walls af Jehrico are all around you.
I am full of words and of the love that brights your way,
But i am like the writer that crowns your way as well;
So lay down in your nakedness for the this harmony of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Murrow Turning Over In His Grave
All the sainted sinners
They pay handsomely
And eventually?
They make the weapons
And they run the prisons
And they sell the justice
Cause being guilty is
Just good business
And well be standing on
The borderline
Aint no one there gonna
Stop it now
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna turn wild
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna run wild
Half-closed eyes
And the countrys deadly
Do you feel the ooze as your brain drains out
From your pneumatic drills and sharpening knives
Blood in the sky
Are you dead or alive?
All the restless people and the bitter green
Well it fakes this gold, makes the spirit mean
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna turn wild
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna run wild
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Loaded
Island, Ireland, Holland, band, strand;
And like your water of gall! !
But try to educate mew with your love.
Land, sand, and, bland, brand, rand;
And like the muse of hate that turns your love away from me!
However, the raod of life is not always straight.
Belay, way, away, say, ray, stay, tray, tray;
Walking and still searching for you!
And like the words of joy in the land of peace.
Bray, lay, clay, day, May, pay, fray, gray;
Come and set me free with your love!
For, i am still in the thick forest searching for you.
Hay, nay, may, play, gay, pray, quay, jay;
And like the days of love and the days of care!
But, try to educate me with your sweet muse of love.
Loaded, load, deal, lead, dad;
With many rules and many acts to reach out to you!
But true love is wghat i need to move me on.
Dead, led, lad, add, so doe, Leo;
But, walking around and still searching for you!
For, this dream must surely come true.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bodyguard II
My mind is very sweet,
And my words will touch you forever;
You seem to be very lovely on this love,
And, we do have something in common.
I am married with a kid ans,
I do have something to tell you;
For, you need my words to grow up in this society of hate.
Enter into the world so sweet that muses!
With the muse of love that will surely expose your nakedness;
For, i am the one to show you the way.
Find a way to make time for my love,
For, i am the sweetest thing in your heart!
And, let us sit down on this love and learn from each other;
For, i am the bodyguard of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Avey
Of the sweet love from your eyes,
Of the sweet muse from your body,
Like the sweet chocolate melting all over your nakedness!
Oh Avey, love is the adventure between us;
And, i will always muse it up with your sweet flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truly, Truly, This Is The End
They say deaths an open door
Into another room
Within the city of the dead
(Our New Kingdom)
They say we walk like dreams
Sharing the same breath
Seeing through the same eyes
(A collective spirit)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
They say the Earth it gives no peace
Nor does it take away
We all survive the grave
(Unfortunate eternal)
They say that in times past
A king walked in the sky
Until dethroned by man
(Tribe of Judas)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
As we pray (As we pray)
On his grave (On his grave)
Or words fall and decay (And decay)
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
Truly, truly, this is the end
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
It's not the same
I'm plagued with pain and I can't let go
This is the end
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E.p.r.
I am sacrificing to facilitate a process to win your love,
But i am sorry if i have offended you on this muse;
For i am the cat out of the bag!
day by day nad night by night,
And of the spontaneous act of your love to satisfy my muse;
For i want to have your baby.
Dial 'E' for my emotions,
Dial 'P' for my passions,
And dial 'R' for my romance;
For i am the mystery in your thick forest of love,
And i will undress you and deliver you with my sweet love.
The moon will light up the darkness on this love,
And with an accommodative warmth to lead us on;
For i want to have your baby.
Every man's work is a portrait of himself,
And every woman's work is a portrait of herself;
But i want to have your baby.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Video Shop
The local factorys been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was sitting by the telly with my brother, kenny
When suddenly the penny dropped
While all of my brothers are sitting at home
Ive got a bank loan and Ive opened up my very own
Video shop
Video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
Comedy and tragedy are all sitting on my shelf
And if youve got a fantasy
For a small rental fee
You can set yourself free
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
Ive got a bootleg version of citizen kane
A second hand copy of psycho
Ive taped them off the telly so you shouldnt complain
And theres no guarantee youll get your money back again
From my video shop
My video shop
If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape
To relieve your situation
If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show
cos everybody knows almost anything goes
At my video shop
At my video shop
One fifty a day and Ill fly, fly you away
Its nothing to pay to fly far, far away
I can help you through that lonely night
Ive got technicolour, black and white
I can guide you through those empty days
Make you smile and take your blues away
O let me fly you away
At my video shop
Fly, fly you away
Another factorys been knocked down
But nobody ever complains
And all of my brothers are customers now
We all play video games
I can see it in the eyes of all the lonely wives
If theyre bored and they feel like a change
I do sales, rentals, even a swop
And if you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
And everyone who walks in through that door
Has got something that theyre looking for
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
song performed by by Kinks
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African Spokeswoman! (Dedicated to Ngaka Motaung)
African Spokeswoman!
This is the muse of your love to all that muses;
In the land of the Rainbow Colours to enhance your joy,
And like the muse of peace to all mankind.
African Spokeswoman!
This is the joy of your muse to teach others with your works;
And like the peace of your mind that leads you on always,
But, the world will know that you care.
Dedication to you and dedication to the world of poetry! !
For, in peace we will all live than the scares of the wars around us;
However, we will always listen to the African Spokeswoman to lead us on.
Words and love to the world!
Peace and care to the human race to take care of this earth;
But, to all who care to do the right things always! !
For, wars have never solved any of the problems of mankind.
Listen to the African Spokeswoman!
Listen to her who comes from the South;
For, her muse of love is now presented to you!
And like a jolly-ride in the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Lover's Nakedness
The sweet of my lover's nakedness!
And like the muse of my mind with the joy of peace;
But, with the gladness of the heart in unity as one.
Riddlde it out and learn from my muse,
Puzzle it out and give me ear when i do speak;
And like the sweet of my lover's nakedness,
For, this parable is like a joyous land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Your Beauty Had....
A time to talk and of the time to write,
A time to read and a time to learn,
Your beauty is all over me!
For we almost look alike and you are what the muse brought to me.
Your beauty had taken me up so high!
And it has also taken my breath away;
In delight and in words,
And in calmly waters to move me about with the sweet muse of love.
I high level of friction on this love is like a cry of joy! !
And the sweet muse of your love is all that it takes;
But the shape of your naked body tells it all,
And like the words of a bard searching for the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Barber's Shop
Conversations in a barber's shop,
And like a clay tile in the land of your muse;
But walk upon it and tell me how you feel,
And like the state of the mind and the state of the things around us;
But, i will always love you.
The wheels,
The colour of beryl,
And of the same likeness!!
But to be designed like abarber's shop in your township;
For, one wheel was inside heother wheel,
And to be designed like the fruit of love was the nature of things!
All the same, we all need the barber's shop.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Saabi
It was like a dream! And i did see your nakedness beside me;
For you were very attractive and very beautiful to see.
Come to me my lover,
Come and let us make love tonight;
Saabi my love, you are the poet on my mind with songs so sweet.
I will be there always with my muse for you and,
We will live together in this tent of love and peace;
For it was like a dream to me! !
I did see your nakedness beside me and i need this sweet love.
Come oh my sweet lover,
And come and take me home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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