Category: Poetry

why iS?

Why is such a baffling question. The more we ask the less we grasp the infinite universe. How deep is a thing, in what direction does it cease, expand or bring? Is there a final truth, or just temporary insights to be gleaned? Are we one or two, and does wholeness dissolve the fragmented view? If infinity is a truth, then truth must be forever unfolding like the mind of youth. How does a seed reveal the tree, yet conceal all it will ever be? Is the old the new, with just a simpler view? For who can be right while evolution unfolds – except for a moment that never holds? Understanding is fiction and the process of experience and knowledge are seamless. Does conscious exceed the speed of light? Does a wave become a particle in the dark, or only when in sight? Is the moon full or crescent, does it stay when we look away or evanescent? Is it mind or is it matter, in the flux do all theories shatter? Is science a contradiction of God or an explanation of how odd? How wide does the universe grow or how small does matter go? Is eternity in the moment, or is the moment eternal? Exactly what is the unknown? What is never? Does it live within forever, and does time or mind play a part?

By K. Osei

Of natUre

It is far too vast to ever grasp meaning or purpose. There are only questions that we may ask. what is its function? We speculate, pontificate its existence. Is it beneficent or other? We wander through life wondering what we will discover. For who can say, why sound is found or darkness lights the way. Who gave the snake a rattle as bait, to fill his belly with rabbit’s fate. And why does water sustain all order, in life and death? Would it be odd if water was God and we were he or her? Is death a thing and what does it bring, that disguise it from the living? Why is the weakness of one the strength of another, for both predator and prey – and is it good to end a life to feed another day? Or does it matter in a dream, whether we scream or obey?  Where does existence end or begin? What is infinite or finite, why does nothing not exist, yet everything does? Why does dark appear in light or light appear in light? What is dark about the night? 

by K. Osei

the CaRdinal

in the ground i found the cardinal in every step. like roots from the butternut tree it satiated me as i wept. in my blood i felt the flood of every cell, rushing to my head, arterial red, on the wings of a bird, like the word – reduced within from the sludge of sin. I am well.

by K. Osei 

fRee the SeeD

a kernel yields the corn,
from a sperm man is born.

amidst the dark, underground, 
not the grave; life is found.
in the black silent night
essence strives for the light.

reign of scorn seeks control
of life in and out the soul.
it is nature’s unnatural greed
to own a life, destroy the seed.

in the ovary hangs the egg
awaiting zygote to be bred.
within the power to abort
life became political sport.

man attempts control creation
in a lab cross pollination. 
hybrid seed makes it known
it can’t succeed on its own

what is want, what is need?
hoarding provisions.
free the seed!

we the damned or the doomed?
corporations consuming consumers
who love to consume.


victuals of death
attempts to capture life,
can’t catch the breath.

recycling of natures creed
has placed life beyond the seed,
no beginning, without end
a string of things looping agin.


by K. Osei