WHO AM I TO SAY?

~WHO AM I TO SAY~

The day I spoke to another man’s wife

My heart got chilled like ice

When I looked into her eyes

I couldn’t utter a thing

Because that beast in there was still lying

I couldn’t say a word because

I wasn’t better off than him

I felt I could have done more, I could have improved

Myself twice or even thrice and I felt to mine,

 I shouldn’t have even told those lies.

The day I spoke to another man’s wife in tears

I saw heaven and hell looking sternly at me

My system began to unfold.

I wished I could have told her;

Tarry with him for some while

Even though, your soul looks so wild.

Because to mine, I should have tight held.

Sadness seized me with his hands that were so cold,

I wished I could have to him approached in bold

And told; Hey! Don’t be such a fool and too cold,

You really need to cherish her as your only gold

But who am I to say, when mine I have been

Cold on and unable to long hold?

The day I spoke to another man’s wife

I caught myself having an affair with her.

I heard a voice whispering stop-stop

But I looked her, in her own eyes and said;

If heaven and hell can have you for eternity

Why can’t I have you for just this moment?

 I nearly said to her what a whore you are!

But who am I to say, when myself

I was arrested in her web?

The day I saw another man’s wife masturbating

My mind ran off the rail and

I began to build mansions so I could live in that moment

As I felt my ink, beginning to drip while

I thought would be a good topic to discuss

With my wife-

To tell her how filthy and what a cheat

That neighbour’s wife was.

But who am I to say,

When myself I have found on top of her more than necessary

Who am I to point a finger at one?

When the rest points back at me-

Who am I to really say this one is fit and that one not.

Who-who am I to say?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

TOWER OF BABEL

~TOWER OF BABEL~ 

Look at me 

Just intensely 

For I know you do like me so dearly 

Look closely 

For I’m still looking sternly. 

Stop stealing a glance 

For that won’t satisfy your hunger. 

Speak to me 

The language of us 

The one that we used to speak 

For I haven’t forgotten mine 

Even though it’s been very long 

Just the one you spoke to me 

While I was sweating under the tower of babel 

The language of all 

The language of unity, togetherness 

The ones we used to sleep in 

And made the devil look evil 

In his own evil eyes 

The language of one race 

One heart 

The language full of oneness, of tranquility 

Harmony and full of peace.  

And togetherness but-  

Not the one that we learned after our tower crushed down 

for I still do 

Remember mine.

---Fampah Coyish--- 

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014 

THEY SAY

~THEY SAY~

 

The way you part your lips

The way you pour out my name

Your look,

Those stare.

How you wear your smile

The way you lick your lips.

How you grease them-paint them

And colour your face,

The way you fill the pores

On your sweet face with dexterity

And they say you’re not

Fair to look upon

That beauty cannot

Be found in you and on your face?

But if they see what I see with

This tube, called eyes

Most will be amazed

And majority will be ashamed.

And would attest to the truth

That indeed beauty often lies not in the

Eyes of the beholder but also in the hearts

Of the fair by passers.

So forget all of what they say

And tell me what you say

That you are beautiful,

For that is what I wait to hear you utter

Don’t be afraid to share your testimony

You’re beautiful, so let no man deceive you.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

TWENTY1ST CENTURY MAN

~TWENTY1ST CENTURY MAN~

 I know how to talk

To my chiefs, kings, queen mothers

And my elders

I have respect for all

I know how to stick my fingers

Into red pottage when eating with my mum

I respect customs and traditions

I value adages and proverbs of old

Which are now seen barbaric

For it’s those same barbarism that begat me.

 I don’t go in for women

With nipples stuck out in their dresses

For such women have nothing good to offer me

Than suicide and self-distraction.

 I don’t look at a woman’s bum twice

For I know it’s not right and it’s

Disrespectful to her in Christ,

I respect them

And try to treat them right

Even though I have failed in most cases.

 I still feel something within me

When I see the dangling breast of a woman

I know the essence of a vagina

And I will always stick to that.

I don’t look into the clouds

In the sky with eyes veiled with disrespect

And shout; there is no God!

There is no Heaven! And there is no Hell!-

Even though I’m a twenty-first Century man.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

STRANGER WITHIN

~STRANGER WITHIN~

I’m a stranger in my own home

A ghost among the living

People can’t find me-they can’t see me

I’m invisible!

A convict in my own family

Everyone passing his verdicts

I’m a culprit-I have lost my value

But I have been the same since times old

Just a mustache and a beard

Is all the difference.

I’m a stranger in my own land

A disease to my birth right

An intruder to my thoughts

No more interesting to society

I have lost my family, I have lost the same

People and thing that once gave me hope

Or maybe I’m still been secretly cherished

I don’t know.

Everyone is afraid of me with reasons untold

Maybe my long hair looks like Medusa

But it’s just me.

I have lost my voice and cannot be heard

When I utter a thing.

Yet waiting to hear me speak first

So they could laugh

I have lost my hearing

 I have lost my mind

My sight and myself-Yet I’m still me!

I’m a stranger to my own family and society

No one wants to smile at me- all faces stern,

But if I‘m not invited in your midst,

If you can’t see me as human-as equals

Just let me know-that I may

Keep my distance and go find solace in the wilderness

Where even the lions will smile at me

And beckon me to go lie with them

For me being hairy just as them.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

THE IMAGE OF YOU

~THE IMAGE OF YOU~

Your picture hangs on my mind

Anytime I miss us

I steal a peep at your sweet flawless face

Your smile

Still seems new each time I look,

They are so infectious

That I smile back in harmony

Not mattering how many times I look

Not mattering how gloomy I look

On heard of your name

My heart begins to jingle as a bell

A meaningful sound of course.

You keep me alive, I’ve always said

Do you remember I said you were my zing?

But you never believed

Because you doubted me.

My spirit, you always awaken

Even while in our stormy moments

You made me strong

Which I never said.

You had something indescribable, no matter

How hard I tried I never could fathom.

Strolling through my mind's galleries

Keeps me alive

So I do that always to keep our old selves alive.

And I do that always to make my day better

 Not mattering how bad I want to forget us-

I still take a time out of my busy schedules

To take a stroll in the galleries of my mind

So I wouldn't forget your looks.

I hope you will believe me now

But if you still don’t, never worry

For I understand-

It’s a part of our human nature.

 ---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

I WEPT AS THEY WEPT

I WEPT AS THEY WEPT

I saw the sun die out as it was kicked into the sea

I felt my brain shake in my skull.

Men’s heart were quaking

As they were transformed into transparency,

And while the trumpets were sounding

Men were trembling

The stars were falling

Hearts were failing.

 Many were demanding second chances due to regrets

Yet their souls were reining their bodies with pride.

I wept as they wept

Some souls would never change even in hell

They yelled

They wished they could change things but not themselves

Most souls would rather die in hell than live in heaven.

I wept as they wept

Yet with hearts of no remorse they wept.

With sorrows I buried my head in knees

Then I felt a soft pat on my shoulder;

Why do you cry for these?

You could see their past inequities in them.

I could see them showing, as if it was a theatre show

It’s obvious everybody has no excuse.

Nobody could lie about it

I heard this voice

As men were swallowing grenades

While others busily tried to

Bury themselves under mountains weeping,

I wept as they wept.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

BEFORE THY BAPTISM

~BEFORE THY BAPTISM~

When will thou come again?

Only if thou will let me know

Only if thou will whisper into

My stubborn ears,

That I may be alert.

Only if thou will open my earthly eyes

To see the nature of that day

And not how it has been

Painted by men.

So before thou

Baptize the earth with fire

And not with water this time

                                       Please refine my soul now                                     

With thy spirit

That I may be saved from the second

Baptism of the earth and her children.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

WHAT IF

~WHAT IF~

What if what I’m yet to write will raise eyebrows

But I still don’t care

What if Ebola is a laboratory disease

Made to wipe out the black race

What if Aids was been spread through vaccination

What if man will take all pain to do anything to

Deceive his brother man

And that the bible was written by man

And that its content can be followed, obeyed

Without any eternal damnation or penalty

What if there was and there has never ever be or been

Anything like God or gods

And that there is no men or women or whatsoever

That all men are mere monkeys with magnified eyes

Called knowledge-

And little brains that has been upgraded with time.

What if there is God and those who acknowledge

His existence will have eternal life

That such men have nothing to lose at the final end of time

For they have lived their lives

And that those who believed not have everything to lose-

Even their own selves and souls

What if I’m asking a lot of questions that needs

No answering because it’s Rhetorical-

And even that word does not exist.

What if I’m being foolish here

But even in my folly lies a great might of wisdom.

What if I’m the truth people hate so dearly

And luckily, I still care less

What if-if the world is changed by men

There wouldn’t be a single soul on there afterwards

Because in actual sense the thoughts of men rotates and spins

As the world revolves

For what is bad could be godly and what is godly

Ungodly as one man’s wisdom is another’s folly

And another’s righteousness’ is another’s sin.

What if I tell every being who cries for a better world to shut up!

And ask himself-have I changed my sentiments

What if I stop here, because I’m annoyed of speaking up

For the feared truth,

Even though I’m not done yet.

---Fampah Coyish---