Saturday, April 06, 2013


i meet her at half onto eight
she sits for a half pollen plate
felt goooooood!
but hey! what's in a kiss stays in a kiss
she spreads her wings across my span
she rests like sunshine through my crown

if I had stomata they'd grow faster 
like food fulfillment does stomach archs
she takes photos of my synthesis
her colours of kaleidoscope magic
keep eyes fixed, memories elastic
like her tongue

she tells me stories
about how she has no fears
about how she flirts with the atmosphere
leaving her hair strands in the cloud's care
her knees sink into the abdomen of earth
her time ticks like drizzle in splits
her wisdom tooth bites 
into thin air

she tells me her dreams
enveloped in blue screams
she retorts about days she went deaf
when no word of the world she wanted heard
of how she needs her space
and believes in her lonely pace


she stays patient
that kind of patient
her beauty blooms, inbred
like yeast in bread
that's how every heart she conquers
totally a natural thing

like a baby straddling the tired mother's back 
earth is where the hurt sits

 offer that timelessness
she perches
her stories too

the breeze eavesdrops
pretending to tease
flee, hop, the sun leaves 
memories in the tree tops
and returns ah yellowish cheese,
divided into half eh night's dark lips

i meet her at half onto eight
she sits for a half pollen plate
halved by moon

she flies away as quick as amnesic memory
every flower she visits pollinates
you can't tell if she'll return again, ever
though these flowers for a moment 
she stirred 
so bloom..

(c)KW 06042013

Wednesday, March 14, 2012



I guess we need to overdose on the red pill to escape the unreal/
You know its gotten bad when people think reality TV. is real/
But in a world where we chase fortune on a wheel/
I hope my appeal to feel, does not go unnoticed like an in-between meal/
These days, originality is wrapped in obscurity/
Lies are garnished with insecurity feeding people with raw stupidity/
They say by hook or crook you gotta get that cheque/
The urge to imitate the façade leaves morals not in check/
But u need to be careful how you get it cos when your victim says “Nyame betua woka”/
Rest assured one day, God will pay you with a “reality cheque”/
So somebody tell these cats you aint gotta go behind bars to spit bars/
And tell Kojo he doesn’t have to steal credit cards to escape chasing trotro cars/
It’s obvious the hustle is local but the struggle is global/
Your reasons for doing it is what I hope you think through/
Esse Quam Videri!!… be is better than to seem to be/
This is Icon and KwameWrite telling you not to let your integrity be maimed for fear of being called “lame”/


This shoe might fit so prepare some socks for it/
A mentality we lack behind, we should be swimming where Michael Phelps frolics/
Just like an Ashanti shy to don Kente designs in public/
Let me pepper my poem for that might incur vomit/
Over-sized BLING-BLINGZ only remind of shackles from slavery days/
I feel for that brother, why not wear a whip instead of 20 chains?/
Over ourselves we've lost Ctrl like lacking that momentous key of a notebook/
A blind eye asks an ugly eye,"which of us is denied a good look?"/
The media feeds off profit from propaganda..term that PROFIGANDA/
They took down the 'politician of pampers', one too many politicians we often pamper/
Never been afraid to say what's on my mind like Em and Jay, renegade/
We ventilate not our system if we disallow this air of correction a chance to penetrate/
Let the forest men in timber-lands bootleg this/
Let Somalians pirate it for it needs to spread like a flu exists!!
We sweat to pay taxes but the streets we drive on look like the 'Oware' game/
This is KwameWrite and Icon telling you not to let your integrity be maimed for fear of being called “lame”/….PEACE!!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

REWRITE [collabo- Ozionn, Namoji Obese and Kwame Write]


Rewrite the scenerey of politics
With integrity as the pen and developments as paper,rewrite

Rewrite the mentality of Africa
Let Africans take responsibility for their own actions,rewrite

Rewrite the prescription for health
For the true cure lies in the mind,rewrite

Rewrite the tome of racism
It has nothing to do with colours or the rainbow,but hatred,rewrite

Rewrite the history of human beings
For we are torn between sides of a great war,rewrite

Rewrite that part of our culture
Where elders of the society refuse to accept their faults,rewrite

Rewrite the essence of education
Education is the key,but what is the door? Emancipation,rewrite

Rewrite the verses of poetry
Reverse into the past and learn about it's origins,rewrite

[Kwame Write]

Rewrite, political divisions with missions to break democratic existence
Campaign for champagne, pockets are sockets resources plug in, clueless citizens, rewrite

Rewrite, stories lost as told through the shadows of time from our forefathers lips
New world of screens, our kids are fast-cooked like 'indomie'; foreign to cultural gifts like 'obroni', rewrite

Rewrite, Sewage a smudge, electricity breaks now and then like strings of ethnicity
It's a pity clean water's not reaching every city, where your patriotic ink be? rewrite

Rewrite, bloodshed of independence would not be libation on earth where things go amiss
Don't just be pissed, act out like 'Ghana must grow' is first on your bucket list, rewrite

Rewrite, students need this tear of incite, sweat from insides, at a dead end looking to the rear
Till curricula are geared not like cars on a one-way road to a stop sign in the clear, rewrite

Rewrite, the way we eat, food genetically manipulated, packaged with chemicals to preserve
KFCs now Killer Food Communities; spicy, oily or fructose-filled junk served, rewrite

Rewrite, contracted marriages without consent, particular ethnic groups merge, some don't relate
')d) mide car no b3 ma wo' is what she wants to hear before the date, rewrite

Rewrite, till Ghana stops importing more than exporting, covered with the western mist
Till we use our herbs, HBP , diabetes and worst of all, poverty will be our script, rewrite

[Namoji Obese]

Rewrite the news, let it be known that the CIA killed Nkrumah
And the US and Belgium have stained hands in the murder of Lumumba

Rewrite the history, make the governed governor,
The colony colonial masters

Rewrite the state of mind that made the Caucasian better than the niggar
And the niggar better the African

Rewrite the syllabus that killed my creativity
So my son can explore his world of fantasy

Rewrite the folk songs, crown Ananse king,
Make Jata his vassal and Akura his Obrafour

Rewrite Shakespeare; make Romeo a lascivious womanizer,
Juliet cheap whore, see if their love breeds war

Rewrite my story; tell of the civilized savage,
Coming out of bondage to reclaim his lineage.

Rewrite an unconditional pardon, for the Nazi's, the Bolsheviks and the KKK,
Tell them religion has killed more people than all of them combined.