WHY DREAMERS NEVER SLEEP

 

When James Blunt said “I am dreamer” in Goodbye My Lover

In that all we can do is to simply dream and think out how to make it happen

If dreams be a reason

Purpose would have to be pursued

Like Togbe Kofi

Who has it in the pipeline

To own the largest plantation of farm

Then, not resting, toiling and toiling always

In the winter and summer

Just to accomplish that desire

Setting and breaking boundaries

Which old have fought hard for?

Achieved in long waited hours

Being the driving force

Which Togbe Kofi

Has laid upon until then

He shall and always employ the best at its best

Sleeping and waking up where necessary

To toil and toil for the days to come

Yes, for his good works

Togbe Kumlor would add some land to his

Where Efo Kodzo would not lie

It shall be added too

And then, they all shall make it the largest

Yes, I know

Oh, Togbe Kofi

Indeed, dreamers never sleep

3 WAYS YOU DO NOT KNOW MAKES YOU LIVE LONGER

When Efo Kumordzi ate the green leafy vegetables

Which was grown back some years ago

Which same land ones yielded the most cherished fruits

He has lived long but for some other things

Both at dawn and when the Sun could possibly stay long

Visiting the otolaryngologist not long

With advises which means exercise needs long

He has lived long but for some other thing

In place which none other is but righteousness

Lived and did as the Holy Bible requires

As the fear of the Lord builds

He has lived long as Methuselah

THE GROWING GUTS

As I sit one day to observe

Long reasons and patches

Which from afar has dominated

The guts and passions of man

In that it lives with man forever

To places which could not be remembered

Or till eternity

Intuitive factors which causes man to succumb

Or to wake up and open a new chapter

That would have long been written maybe

Until now and always into the future

Knowing no uncertainty

To areas that means pushing forward

Or should I say relax perhaps

And if indeed would have to

Remind me if I am to say something

If you would stop moving forward

What pushed you to start moving?

WHERE IS MY LOVE?

 

From Google to Bing

From Key-Find to Duckduckgo

From Amazon search to Ebay

From Wikipedia to Yahoo search

From the internet to caves

Places where I possibly believe she could not be

Sleeping in the day, researching in the night

Yes, i heard her beauty glows in the night

So as I could see her very more and well

To overtake the darkness around me

Which could encompass my brain and little love heart

Oh, where is my love

Who so many years has put rules to my physiochemical biological machine

Yet to unlock all in its eyes

Deep down emotions

From the dawn of the day

Early before the cock crows

Yes, now the latter sleeps than human

So you see, my live would pass by

And I would not know

“Wake up, wake up Lin Collins, for here she comes”

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Where the great and villains

Mighty swords and shield of Spartacus days

Which would fight present wars like the Greek?

Friends of ‘Cuntator’

And would later change minds and hearts

Into something new and adorable

Pleasant to the minds yet not deep into the hearts

There, there, just right there

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If ever the brave would think of moving

Considering their might and power

To conquer the invisibles

Which waits for the immortals to sound the trumpet?

To note the initiation of yet another group ready for battle

With swords of words

Deep and insightful contents like shields

Would fall to fate?

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From the East to the West

Ranging from fire to lake of fires

Hotter than the word itself

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If it is in the Polar Regions

I dine with frozen weathers

Where it pains like truth to let out

Few yet faithful to gather at a time

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If the eyes have seen something

Wait, it is a beginning of a new chapter

Yes, I know

Nevertheless, not much could be done

Than the rolling of truth

No compromising

Yes! Forward Dvsl,

Forward DVSLONLINE

Hail you live forever!!!

RIVERS AND PENCILS

Which would I say is common to human?

He sees Efo Kwaku

“Wake up late”

Togbe Klikor waits for thousand hours

“Time to wake up”

Togbe Klikor gets angry

Calls and calls hitherto and Efo Kwaku would not here

Finally does and yet is too late

“And now he would stick to me

He would now stay closer”

Efo Kwaku does that for the remaining months

Yes, I quiet remember he would not even sit down in a day

From room 1 to room 2

And you can continue or?

If the ant is busy

Permit me to compare though

Rivers and pencils

A whole king

Yet like a river

Is his heart and mind in the hands of the Mawuga

Incredible!

Efo Kwaku becomes a good boy

Togbe Ahivor meets finally

Much more than Togbe Klikor could offer

Yes, Rivers and Pencils

I cannot just do much

WHAT NEEDS DOING?

 

In these our land where the wise would speak to the wise

Fools answering fools

Carpenters attending to Wood Cutters

Hunters to Butchers

 Mate to Captains

Apprentices to Masters

The gate officer

To higher authorities

Which would only come from above?

Reminding me of my little years in the Educational Institution

Where support are given men of authorities

Asked to rally behind them?

Not always

But where Caesar may not be given his due

Shall they be my foes?

Justice neglected

If father to Son only

Mother to daughter

What would be of goose and gander?

When party needs more than battalions

 Bouquet of flowers

If I fall for you

And you fall for me...

This is what needs doing.

FOOD FOR THE GANDER

 

Happily as it could be always

For the goose

Surely taking what it may present

When I could possibly see

Days when I did the same

Of taking up Uncle Joe dangling lifestyle

Which I could remember quiet good to emulate

Since some goodies was supposed to be in there

For the family especially me

But not to realise

That what is good for the goose is good for the gander

No, no, no, what is good for the goose may not be good for the gander

When all yield different results

To think or upheld

In tons of thousands

Which only a foolish could revisit

Back when his foolishness is at peak

You could imagine not just good to after all

Since it never promised any good at the end

Oh yes, he did it to become a star

Which only would shoot at dawn or sometimes in the afternoon?

When the sun so dazzles and heats the grounds

Convincing me of the depletion of the ozone layer

Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes

What is good for the goose?

May not be good for the gander

AS I CAME UPON A MOUNTAIN

So high to think about

With all its troubles

That my brother gone through

When he first sojourned around here

Unfortunately enough not to climb

As all never gave him the encouragement

Which I now had

The people he had

His advisers, opinion leaders

I guess the king maker was among

So high to think about

 

Of course the small one was never like this

Yes, I could quiet remember

Days that I climb the short ones

Which I could only do closing my eyes

Running like a leopard

Jumping over like an antelope

Which requires less of my people?

Maybe I guess

But wait, the king makers

Of course not

But now

So high to think of

 

Of long ago yet

If you ask my Maths teacher

“This requires a different formula”

And when finally I know thus too

I may not run over it

Nevertheless, walk it

Different heights

Different shapes

Of all different things to think about

Of course there may be some similarities

But surely shall I climb

Though

So high to think about