WHERE ARE THE REAL STORIES?

Where are the mouths?

The mouths wherein lie the real stories?

The real stories guarded by fiery soldiery intents of deceit?

II

Let them loose!

The stories which have true buildings

True buildings in which kisses never solves all

Yes, never solves all hurt puzzles

III

Let them loose!

The stories which house horror habours

Habours where magic sticks hide

To hide none in magic beauty

Only to leave when love lights to glow in its stead

IV

Let them loose!

The stories wherein sit pains like kings

Who ask to be pampered by feelings waneable

Feelings fleeting

Feelings sourly bitter with tinges of sweetness

Faintly polished with passion paints

Hiding swords, needles and blood

From dazzled eyes who seek same

V

Let them loose!

Let them loose and save lives!

Open the doors of the beehives!

Let all see how bees treat thieves!

Thieves who seek to steal their tired lives!

VI

I know now

I know how Cupid treats those who steal into mansions of love

I know now

And I hate to see others sent on that deceptive errand

So let them loose!

Those stories where possession of madness cause blindness

Until a huge stumbling block harms

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015