we are who we are said i;
is the saddest hymn sang to me.
relinquish hope and give up try,
for this is your destiny!
never nay ever was the voice
in response to thee.
i am who i choose,
all else is pretend – you see?
imagination is the real,
of all that can truly be.
by K. Osei
mama’s dirt floors
were always clean
mama was like dust,
she settled on everything,
at dawn’s first light
mama could be seen.
light and easy
she floated on air,
like tiny specs
mama was everywhere.
things we couldn’t see,
like behind the old clock,
mama was there.
even when something
i thought i knew –
couldn’t hide,
mama was there too.
mama never worked with no haste,
like bread, and trees,
mama produced no waste.
by K. Osei
i bless thee Oh Son –
moon and stars.
great Tao of truth,
righteous is thy rain
and holy are the mighty oak.
magnificent are the lampyridae,
majestic are the hills and mountains,
wonderful is the sound of my breath,
how sacred is the night.
it is privilege to boast thee!
do not leave me,
your presence
exceeds all pleasure.
help me to praise you,
and show me the way.
that i may record thee,
make thyself known.
keep me from delusion
and destroy my vanity
for all to see.
you increase my lungs,
you give air to my head.
my blood flows without hurdle
you lay me down, that i might sleep
and no thought enters my mind.
all words are babel
in your presence,
i will speak only the holy
language of silence —
forbid my tongue.
strengthen my bones,
ease my hips,
release my neck
and flex my back.
awake!
ascend thy helix chine,
Kundalini rise!
kindle O’ wick of mind.
vanquish self from i.
steal my mind,
steel my mind,
still my mind.
by K.Osei
spiritual truth
is conferred to youth,
by the age of nine
in a nursery rhyme,
yet gray-haired men
waddle in sin,
searching for the divine.
the quantum realm
is instinctively found
by children everyday.
they close their eyes
run and hide,
creating as they play.
Buddha reduced
virtues of eight
down to one,
for this we hail him great.
contrived disguise
redirects the eyes
obscuring perception
from the wise.
by K. Osei
at the end of day
early morning we lay,
side by side.
huddled in a nest
warm at rest,
covered in love.
surrender my pride
like sand to the tide
i am carried away,
even in slumber you slay.
blindly stalking the night,
gently moving in to bite,
nipple and nape,
sealed my fate.
the scent and swell
tender darkness
‘tis hard to tell,
am i predator
or am i prey.
i am immersed,
consumed!
raptured in bliss.
the presence of you
wanting of kiss.
scaling mountains,
walking vales
my fingers tracking
every trail.
alluring scent,
of love and lust
pheromones fusing
the two of us.
cozy and sweet
radiant heat
flowing from your soul.
supple soft resilient skin,
never knew a touch
could feel so much
sensations yearning for no end.
waxing gibbous moon
fades to morning all too soon.
by K. Osei
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