Category: Poetry

what is left  beyond thank you.

to bow my heart and lower my head
i am – and I am here, i am now
once blind, now i see
i am thankful

to see without drag
but how can i be thankful without gratitude
unless i am able to know

there is no desire in silence,
without fear there is no lack
i am he who creates
who designates
i am the first cause
all that follows is reflection
how can i fear myself

i am divided a million times
but still, it is i
there is none greater, and yet, nothing lower
every longing fulfilled – even those in absence.

completion is presence

Hallelujah!

now is the acceptable time
Oh’ the weight of gratitude unexpressed. how heavy the heart laden with joy, a million streams of utterance, yet there is no relief from such endless source of rapture. It is not you but I, that i sing.
what is left beyond thank you.

by K. Osei

my crescent maiden dance with stars is ever faithful

the splash of navy transitions to white and the glittering light sprinkled upon the night as the gentle smoke fades 

no sound of tongue, camera roll or duplication, nothing to share but imagination

a moment found only once — endures

calls of the deep, deeply felt and i know the motion of stillness

what is known beyond this?

By K. Osei

Have you ever stood upon a deck
in the midnight sea,
peered into darkness and wondered —
is that me?

Gaze down into the sky,
to rumbling clouds beneath,
or up upon the deep,
like star-spangled peace,
Floating on a bitty —
comparatively.

I watched me from afar,
with eyes I couldn’t see,
heading towards the east —
sipping Ubiquity.

By K.Osei

one rocks his head,
one sways his feet,
perched like a nest
three layers  deep.
like birds in a tree
this how they sleep.

a bunk of six
made for three.
there were only four,
then baby Pee.
the foundation was Good
as they whispered in glee.

at the center
was you, tall and slender –
such beautiful smile 
i ever knew. 

By K. Osei

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 consciousness 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