Charlie Maison Ole Nkurrunah

When i first saw you My stomach churned Into a beautiful spring mid-morning With a colourful brood of butterflies  Springing colour into my life With birds chirping in earnest And my heart pounding away To the rhythm of your footsteps Walking in my mind The music i want to listen to Is one with your name in it With a bridge built strong That crosses into your heart And a hook, magnificent and catchy That holds me onto you A melody that melts my soul One that strums my cardiac strings A symphony of love Whenever you smile  With your dimples so cute The depth of honesty in your eyes I fall into a maze Confusion opens a door in my mind My knees succumb to shaking And my heart turns to a race track If loving you is a felony Hung me Put me on a guillotine Or send me to Bastille For i do not desire innocence I need to be drenched in that guilt To be scarlet red with that sin For without your smile My soul would wilt  

A day without you feels like The falling walls of Jericho With debris of lonliness all over A second without you feels like The great fire of London Razing my heart and soul A life without you would feel like A stampede of Charlemagne's horses Noisy and ruckus in my mind forever A lifetime without you would feel like The white elephants of Siam An extravagance of my sentimentality A day without you feels like The beating of giant Asante drums With a crescendo of awkward silence

Her voice is a thunderstorm And a calm evening breeze All at the same damn time Her voice is a surprise gift Wrapped in shiny velvet Bound in a ribbon of silky joy Her voice is a beautiful song The kind you would have on replay And still play it on your wedding day Her voice is a sci-fi movie Full of intrigue and awe And requires no salted popcorn to be beautiful Her voice is a bright Sunday morning Filled with enthusiasm and love And the joy of a bright new day Her voice is an echo of paradise With all its splendour Utopic and surreal Her voice is the perfect potrait Drawn in pencil on paper With its edges perfect to fault Her voice is a river  Flowing down stream One that i want to swim in Her voice is Her voice Her.

The brick colossus That stands on parliament square A converted mental A drug lord's haven School of experienced cheats The hangout joint for an ignorant literati With backdoor qualifications They coined it parliament Chronic sleep inpatients A tsetse fly sanctuary The backbencher A seasoned rumor-monger Backbiting being the main agenda The epicenter of egoistic tendencies Making our law center A toothless bulldog Stuck in the status quo Complacent with anonymity Draining the nation's coffers Residing in glass-plated mansions With their hypocritical smiles Paris-tailored customized suits Italian alligator shoes Not forgetting their Louis Vuitton briefs While the man on the street Lives from hand to mouth They swim in wine and choose where to dine

I lost her forever So I thought Maybe I would never Never see her again Or clasp her tender arms again Gaze at her almond visage Just for the joy it brings For gone were the moments Glorious, glamorous moments When our lips embraced To the witness of the trees Under the purple veil of sunset To the orchestra of sleepy swallows Their melodious tunes in the background Those precious seconds we stood Not wavered by the haggle Humbled by the serenity within us Listening to the racing of our heartbeats The sputtering of warm breaths Hoping that it would last forever Only to end as soon as it started

Everything about you Is just so fine You make all else  Appear in a wrong context You are the milky moon Reflecting sunshine Into every day of my life You make my sorrows so pale That drop of turpentine That makes my colours So bright You are a melody That delightful tune Playing endlessly on my mind A fetish so addictive  My guilty pleasure My favorite drug A pinnacle of inner strength My only ever wish If you only had the power To see you through me The adorability I hold for you That deep feeling  Of sheer unconditional love

You are too intoxicated By the allure Of self-graciousness All the compliments Both true and untrue The myriad anecdotes That I whispered  Into your corked ear You let them ride Up the elevator  To that place in your head Putting you in earnest On that A team While you resided Comfortably on that reverie Basking ignorantly In the light of a day-dream Standing blameless On that magnificent pedestal Using it as a scope To look down on me While you forget the power Of invincible inner beauty A gem An invaluable treasure Letting beauty destroy you In the footsteps of Cleopatra