HEALS NOTHING

              ~HEALS NOTHING~

                                         

Everything stood still

You could hear the sound of an ink drop

As I sat and drunk away tot by tot

All my worries and thoughts.

Vehemently as I drunk,

My bowel felt quite full but-

My worries weighed quiet much more than before.

With streams of warm sweat,

Tickling my face, back and belly

I felt funny within

As my system begun to intoxicate.

That is a symptom of its digestion !

This thought rushed in my head

As a flash of light

and with an eruption of laughter,

I uttered a nonsensical gibberish

I am happy!

It never made sense but

I was the happiest

In the world's crystal eyes

For in a while I was going to be

Liberated from all my worries and cares

Suddenly, it all came to a speedy dwindle

And to an abrupt halt.

And my naive quote;

Happiness always lasts longer with alcohol

Ate me up-

So suddenly!

Perhaps my burdens were too hard

For the catalyst to soften

Like a boiled rock, too hard to be cooked soft.

My fears, depression, nightmares, anger and self-hatred

Appeared so naked and domineering

With an ever new energy

My brains has now revived and back to normal once again

As a result of their time out.

It is true a man drinks his worries away not his brains.

They kept coming and coming

So I doubled the reaction

And became sober again

But still with an awaiting fears

For I saw alcohol is just a first aid,

It heals nothing.

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

UNGRATEFUL AS WE ARE

~UNGRATEFUL AS WE ARE~

The sky is bright, clouds are moving

They seem to be-moving in haste.

Men have fallen asleep

Yet their hearts

Are raised with pride

In their chests.

Their souls are lazing

Above the moon glory

Whilst they glitter

Like a morning star.

They seem not to care

Whether their dreams came to them-

Or if they went to them

Mourning is forbidden

For they need it not.

But if they could share

What they smiled at.

They would love to-

Share the moment when,

Their souls had risen

Up from theirs bodies,

For then, they had seen-

The real essence of their existence.

But now they shall say;

Take us out!

For we have no business here!

The dreams had ended sharply

What else could be left?

With faces turned out

Like a dying coal, they breathe

And smile, even without a thank you

They laugh, because-

They still have a second chance.

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

HELP!

I can’t do this alone-I need your support

Yes!-You, you, you, you, and you

Yet I still act like it’s okay,

Like everything is cool and good.

I am not happy and I need help

I see my soul cry at night-but I can’t help him.

Please brother and sister if you could

Help me, I would love it

If you could tell me the truth

Forgetting how I will feel because that is the truth

No matter harsh it may sound-I will still pick a word.

My acts are wrong I’m far from right

But tell me the truth with love-let me see the love

Don’t tell me you love me

So you don’t want to hurt my feelings

For love corrects.

Don’t say I am alright because I do not ask

Don’t wait till I ask for I might never ask because

Pride and stubbornness has grown in me

Yet I still need help.

I am sinking day in and out in hell

While on earth-can’t you see that?

Can’t you see my soul needs to be saved?

From the pit of shame and eternal damnation?

Give to me the true words my soul needs

Give to me however it is

For those words do seem harsh to people like me

But I will somewhat pick a word.

I feel rejected and alone and if you could tell me

How deeper my Maker and his son loves me

How they want the best for me in this wrong world

How they are waiting at the

Door of my heart, just for me to open

So they can come in and rearrange my room

Which I have made a tip

I might not be in the mood, but please do try

For a word might break the icing covering my heart

And I will be caught in the heart by the archer’s arrow.

                                             

                                                       © By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

THE IFs OF TOMORROW

                                                     ~THE IFs OF TOMORROW~

If tomorrow never comes

And my friends will have no pity

When I am gone, and will laugh at my works

Even when I have not set on my journey yet.

If the earth will not accept me

To lie deep down in her bosom

But can only spare me a four feet boys quarters

In the outskirts of her swampy mercies.

If my lover will grin a smile saying within herself

Poor fool, he is gone forever-

Now I can test the waters!

If tomorrow never comes and-

If my family cannot give me a last bath

For fear of my skin wearing away

And because they still hold me tight in their hearts

That they cannot watch me wear away just like that

For then they have realised the truth

In the scriptures that I am made of clay.

If life, my accuser will press charges for the fleshy laws

I defiled and demand reasons for-

Keeping the bony ones

That caught me in the throat of my mortal existence.

I will still lie humble and await with patience

The jury’s verdicts.

But if my tomorrow ever comes

I will have pity on those friends-

But will always use the back doors of mine heart

And I will choose the next time carefully

I will tread the earth cautiously

So to always have her compassion

I will humble myself for indeed

I am just clay.

I will choose my love ones sensibly

And If I am given a chance to love,

I shall love wisely but dearly.

I will give freely-

And worship my creator religiously

With the unpriced talents of my today.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

     

Let It Go

~LET IT GO~

This story is quite long

Hard to tell

It memories will last

Not for eternity but just for a while

Happiness to mankind

Is its target

So go tell it to the moon

And if it hears you out

Let her shine!

If she isn't brokenhearted

When the court rooms are closed

It is unfair the audience may say

But the judges are right

It serves him right

So pass no comments

Just let go off the thread

And let the balloon fly.
---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013