SAME HANDS

Gone around circles

Ran races on tracks

Without traces

Blinded by your love

I cannot find the traces

I leave behind that leads back to you.

Blindfolded by outward beauty

Still not seeing with the heart.

Broken and shuttered

Without shelter.

So I run,

To you I run to.

The same hands that once left

Hold off me

The same persona

That broke beyond repairs.

I keep running into you

The same you-

Hands made of steel,

Heart made of soot

Same hands that broke me

Same voice that broke me

Same heart that betrayed me

Same thoughts that is not straight forward.

How come I keep running into you?

Same hands that were once,

And always wrong.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

Inspirational Poems: Miracles Happens

Inspirational Poems: Miracles Happens: Though troubles assail And war affrights Though government should fail And sickness unite Yet one thing secures us Whatever be...

IF PEOPLE RUST

Most people we love lust after others
yet even in their lust,
They expect in return trust
But if people could rust
I would wait to see whom to give my trust.

I would wait to see the fake ones-
The poorly alloyed, and galvanized,
The softly hardened and tempered
Who react easily with the mild atmospheric pressure of true love,
Those who cannot stand the harsh weathers of true friendship too.

I would wait, to see those who are not coated with trust,
But easily in their dishonesty rust
And swiftly with their disloyalty thrust.
But I wouldn’t wait till people rust,
Before to see whom to give my trust.
---Fampah Coyish---


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I INSPIRE

I inspire:

The uninspired,

The not-really inspired

The not-at all inspired

And the not at all inspired.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

THIS LIFE

We do not stop living

Because we may be dying

For the fact that tomorrow

We may be dead

Does not mean today we

Are dead corpse

So let us keep breathing

Till the last lung is torn

And there is no more

Air in our chests to spare

That our blood

Have gone chilled like ice

For the moments we plan to die

While in ourselves we live,

Our souls plan to live

While we die from ourselves
For this life we live is air,
And death is a thief of souls.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

LIKE A BLIND MAN

I am not afraid.

For like a blind man,

Who has never seen the size of his Penis-

Yet cherishes it,

For at least he has something hanging

That makes him feel proud-

For surely, he would not be left out,

When counting men;

You make me proud, 
You complete me as a man, and

I am not ashamed to have you!

So as a parrot on his first speech lessons,

I shall utter your name in every breathe-

For as a man who is blind

Makes known his plight;

I am not afraid to broadcast us

For as fresh air,

I need you on every breathe.

I am not afraid!

Like a man who is blind

Begging for arms;

I will always sing and shout your name out

With an undying confidence

For like a blind man, I am not afraid.

As a blind man sings of his plight with hopes…

I am not afraid of the rage, hatred, jealousy,

And the scorning sights of those with sight.

I care not much of how much,

Or how less my begging pan is filled-

I am content with it content;

I love you just as you are,

And care less of what the Sayers may say.

I am not afraid!

Like a blind man stands alone

 With his bowl in his hands

I am not afraid to stand alone

With you in the midst of people

With your hands in mine.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

IN THIS ROOM

The television showing our past

Historical events.

The radio playing tunes,

From our wasted unrealistic promises.

The ceiling fan of happiness is on

Whirling,

Yet blowing the uncomfortable airs of regrets.

The windows of moving on are open wide,

 Yet the poor ventilation of blame still

Lingering.

The air of regrets still hanging around,

Without any thoughts of reconsidering

The fresh airs of letting go circulate.

In this room I call self.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

YOU ARE...

Your frown looks like you've never

 Been happier before

Your buttocks wobble like

You've never used it to pass out

Offensive air before.

Like a mansion built on passion.

The way you laugh is like

You've never been sad before.

 Your eyes look like the green sea,

Where all earthly wealth are hidden.

I see hope in them.

I find solace whenever I look into them.

Your legs look like they will never break

Even when run on by a train.

Your hair looks like

You've never slept on them before,

Your neck looks as if he is tired of carrying

Your diamond shaped head.

Your lip looks so inviting;

 As if you barely use them.

And your teeth looks so white like

You've never tasted sugar all your life time-

You’re beautiful;

More than the evening skies.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

I REGRET

I’m tired of always being late.

I give up on my loads.

I’m tired of skipping

My morning meals with Thee;

Always coming late.

Leaving early.

Finding pleasure in sin.

With a patched heart,

With stitches feeling so tight.

Always being that clown,

With two bottles of attitude

Juggling to maintain life.

With all effort to maintain balance in Thee,

I keep skipping, sipping and never stop sinning.

I keep singing and never stop shagging.

I’m a rot, 

This I have been able to detect,

Because looking at life-

Looking at myself,

I see all that Thou planted in me dead.

Thy light is turned out in me.

The last time I tried switching on

I realized I have not paid my bills.

So with all the bills I owe Thee,

I come with, in my heart.

Begging of  Thee with knees on ground,

To be kind enough and not sentence me,

To the prison of self-destruction.

But accept me as one of  Thy children-

One of  Thy servants;

Who lost his way with the rules,

But now, back in right senses

To make restitution for all that he took.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

LAST

For this last time,

Let us last.

Just this last.

Tell me you want us to last.

God is watching us,

And would help us-

If we forget our past,

And forgive us.

                                                                                

Tell me you need me.

That you will never be mean.

Hard times will come,

But that shouldn’t mean us mean.

Tell me you won’t leave.

Even if you’ve once left,

That you will stay forever till we rot,

And ready to make things right.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015