Well Organised
You are well organised but,
The others are not!
And i don't know why?
But maybe one day we can teach them to do what is right!
For the muse of your love is full of mystery.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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But I don't believe in organised politics, organised religion, organised music, organised anything.
This Art Work
The love of a muse,
The pen of an artist,
This ink work will teach many yet unborn.
This art is from a realm to guide you,
This art work is like a mustard seed aroun you;
It is original!
It comes from a realm unknown;
It will inspire you.
This art is real to abstract your minds,
The innovative nature of my mind to you all;
It is the act of my dreams beyond imaginations!
This art will teach many,
It will inspire you all that love the muse.
This art work,
It is like a mustard seed;
It will grow to give you joy!
It is like the muse next door,
It will touch and influence you;
This art work ia sll that i have as an artist
This art work is never known,
It is called, 'Pen-Painting Graphics Abstracts'.
This art will teach many,
My innerself from the realm of imaginations!
This art will teach you;
But, the artist is never known.
This art is from a realm to guide you into my heart,
This art is from a realm to bring you into my world,
This is the love of a sweet muse to you all;
This art is from the pen of an artist who,
Is yet to be known.
This art is here to stay,
This art is all that i have for you all;
Cos', he who proves his skills proves his realms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I wouldn't say I was organised at all. I just have to prioritise. Is it more important for them to be organised, or to have their dinner, do you know what I mean?
Teach Me Tonight
TEACH ME TONIGHT (WITH LEVI STUBBS)
WRITERS SAMMY CAHN, GENE DePAUL
Did you say I've got a lot to learn?
Well, don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
Starting with the ABC of it
Right down to the XYZ of it
Help me solve the mystery of it
Teach me tonight
The sky's a blackboard high above you
If a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
1000 times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my love
Should the teacher stand so near, my love?
Graduation's almost here, my love
Teach me tonight
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Like the Wings of Love
To gaze at me is like the wings of love,
And to learn from me is like the muse of peace;
For i am left alone in the garden of love,
And i need you to be around me.
I am well to look at and you are well to look at,
She is well to look at and he is well to look at;
But i have to teach you my duty when the morning comes,
For peace is the muse of my sweet love.
Old age has yet his or her honour and,
To gaze at me is like the wings of love;
But i am like the loneliest fish in the lonely sea,
And like the muse of your love which toils daily to succeed!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Cup-Shower
In this life,
There is always a teacher to teach yxou if you want to learn;
But, you need a 'Cup-Shower' and a candlelight to clean up your mind.
In this life,
There is always a teacher to teach you if only if you are ready to learn;
For, it takes a step forward to reach out to the heart of someone!
And, my mind is waiting for you.
The food prepared in the morning is about to be eaten,
And there is always a student when, a teacher is ready to teach;
So, be abased to my sweet muse when you are touched!
For, my sweet love is zooming around you.
Accomplishments,
With the calmness of a muse so sweet that touches you!
For, there is always a teacher if you want to learn;
But, to win a continental laurel means a lot,
However, the truth of life is always around you! !
And, you don't need these forbidding mountains to teach you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Charity
Charity begins at home,
Love begins in the womb,
Hope is the mind that lives at peace always.
The bud opens,
The flower blossoms,
Charity envies not;
So, let no man despise your youth and beauty.
A kiss of charity,
Like a true proverb;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness.
When the Almond Tree blossoms,
Charity is full of love;
So is this muse that flows to teach many.
Let all your things be done with charity,
Charity is very kind;
Let all your dreams be with love,
Charity edifies;
And, be very wise always.
Do not let charity pass you by,
Gain your hope from your gift;
Cos', it will always lead you on.
Charity begins at home,
So compare her actions rooted in your yard;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness,
So compare her acts ruling in the year;
Charity envies no one.
The love of a muse,
The love of the acts;
Charity begins at home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Marji
Mystery man!
Marji is my name and,
I am on the way with my muse of sweet love;
But the masses around are dividing hurling insults at each other! !
And like the presentation of bags of rice and sugar,
But this mystery man is the very person that i want to meet.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wali
Talented, gifted and intelligent;
Deed and kindness to the muse of your love,
For Wali came and told me about you.
Appeal to my muse and let me teach you my ways,
For the flow of the river of your love runs through my threshold!
And i need to hear from you always my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Along Came You
I thought that I knew all there was to know
I knew all about love
I lived the highs and made it through the lows
I knew all about love
But now I must admit Im surprised
And feel Ive only scratched the surface
cause baby when I look in your eyes
I understand my one true purpose
You were sent to me
By angels up above, Im certain
I thought Id show you what love can be
But what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
To teach me about love
And as this feeling grows with every day
You awaken my heart
A heart so full I fear that it may break
If were ever apart
And though one day youll be own your own
You know I always will be near you
As near as on the day you were born
Call on me, you know Ill hear you
You were sent to me
For one reason, I can tell you
Youre here to show me what love can be
cause what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
To teach me about love
Thula thula sana
U mama uyeza
Thula thula sana
Thula thula sana
U mama uyeza
You were sent to me
By angels up above, Im certain
Youre here to show me what love can be
cause what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love, oh
Oh yes, along came you
To teach me about love
Teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Teach me about love
Baby, baby teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Manji
Mystery woman!
Manji is my name and,
I want to see you;
For, you are gradually taking over the muse of love in this town! !
And like a nation's political landscape in the land of peace.
His touches,
Her touches,
Your touches,
With the muse of your love to enjoy,
But lot of things are done in the name of your love!
However, i want to see you and know who you are.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Lovely Bird
I am the lovely bird singing on a tree up high above you!
And like the muse of love in the land of peace;
But my lovely words are full of life,
For you need my works to guide you on.
I am the lovely bird that you need around you,
And like the joy of love in the land of care;
But try to understand my words to muse up with your love,
For my songs are full of parables to entice your mind.
Where is your red wine?
Where is the red sea?
Where is your bed of roses?
Where is the narrow path full of love?
For the days are coming when i will be closer to your window!
Because, i have something to do on this earth;
And like the beautiful beads of love as seen around the necks of my people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mystery Boy
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Its too sad to point the finger
I told the boy to look at me
But what you say it never lingers
Its not what you say, but what you see
Boy look at me
I couldnt look no better see
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Its too sad that love would sting you
You told the girl that it would be
A kind of love thats deep within you
A boys a boy, but did they say hed be
For eternity?
Or just a mystery
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Mystery boy
Ooh
Ooh
Mystery mystery mystery boy
Its too sad to point the finger
I told the boy to look at me
Its too sad that love might sting you
You told the girl that it would be
Some kind of love thats deep within you
Some dream thats hard to see
Mystery boy
song performed by by Culture Club
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The Cycles Of Man
One's birth,
One's orbit,
Of the cycles of man to teach many;
I have orbited within myself seven times.
Of one's birth,
Of one's orbit,
Seven times seven equals to fortynine but,
I did that within fortyfive years.
The cycles of man,
Of one's orbit;
The cycles of man,
Of one's birth;
To you who reads, learn from this muse.
We are orbiting within ourselves and,
We are all moving round and round;
This is the higher dimentional levels of man with,
This muse to teach many.
To the one who thinks,
To the one who reads,
Never understood by man but many will know it;
Like the heat that melts the ice.
Mine life had not been very easy at all,
My mind had not got a rest at all,
But i am four years ahead of man;
My Philosophy,
My Realm,
To be born on Friday the 13th! !
I am man full of imaginations to reach you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Comb
You seem to be wiser than the size of your shoes,
But the wind will come and blow you away;
And one day will need an injection from the Doctor like,
What i am going through over here.
From the coast of Ghana and,
Of the flowers of love to share with you;
But do let the African Comb teach us all.
You are wiser than the size of your shoes but,
Let the African Comb teach you at times;
For i am very real towards your love and,
You need the flower pot of love from me.
I have the cocoa pods and,
You have the valley to dry up my mind;
But the rhythm of love will find a way to teach you!
For the wax will melt before the heat of the rod.
By the fruits of your love you shall be known and,
By the sweet of your kiss you shall lead me on;
But the style of this muse is like a Zulu Man from South Africa!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Panama
I am from Panama and i am full of words,
So come and let me show you my concubines;
Then, you can explore my sweet love.
With two legs and two eyes,
With two hands and two ears,
And like the two pillars of love!
For, i am looking for a place to stay with this sweet muse.
They ate, drank and slept together! !
So, stay the night and enjoy yourself with my love;
And like 'Dr. Flash Hour' at the rush hour of the day!
But if only if i could hold your breasts and kiss you,
Then i will know your mind on this love.
If only if i could kiss your lips and love,
And like the sweet muse of love being reflected in the mirror! !
For i need ylou and i want your naked body beside me,
And like my concubines in the land of my muse.
Yes, come to Panama to enjoy my muse with the red roses of love,
For, i am loooking for a place to stay with this sweet muse of mine;
And, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rebuff
Rebuff!
Reach, peach, leach, teach, beach;
And like the oracle of the one whose eyes are very sharp!
But how beautiful is your love?
Mule, fuel, cruel, duel, trend;
Alas! ! There i met your love;
But you uttered the oracle and i fell into the hole,
And the darkness of it was full of red.
Seven times of love and three times with your muse,
Alas! ! There i met your love;
But you were consumed like a burning fire.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bayla
The events have not well settled down,
But i have seen the nakedness of your muse;
And be very wise to criticize me on this muse,
Because it is all about your love.
You may understand my muse or not,
But poetry is all about you and i! !
And what you write down in the name of your country will not satisfy me;
But i have to accept your lines in the name of poetry.
I am not the one that you are looking for,
So do not be very angry with my poems;
For they are all there to teach others than you! !
Bayla my lover is still at home,
And like a star in the land of lovers;
But this poem was not writtien for you.
I am very glad to understand your status,
But why are not ready for criticism? !
Because we are all learning on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Desire To Know You
First World,
Second World,
A Third World call when a bard writes;
Flow with my mind and let us rule the world.
In my mind,
In my world,
With my views to teach many;
The desire to know you matters to me.
To appreciate it,
To love it,
A Third World call when a bard writes;
The hope to work with you.
Of a world full of questions and answers,
Of the love of the muse that muses;
To swim with an empty bowl at hand with,
The vision still in mind.
Together we live, together we can make it;
Two heads are better than one.
First World,
Second World,
Write like a writer and teach like a teacher;
Two heads are better than one.
Indoors and outdoors activities,
The comedy of one's life;
There are no distances in friendship.
Together we live, together we camn make it;
Like the actions of one's move.
To appreciate it and to love it,
To write it and to learn from it,
A world full of questions and answers;
The desire to know you matters to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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