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Drown

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I stand my ground
Yet it slips away;
My legs kick hard,
Yet bubbles betray;
Here, strength fails so fast
And I’m weakened to my last;
My dying breath chides
Yet my heart resists,
[As gasps fill my lungs
With ghostly pangs]..2x
And heave a heavy weight
Like a mountain upon my chest;
And heave
A heavy
Weight
Like a mountain
Upon my chest…
Beneath this I beat,
I wish I
FREAK!
Yet quietly, I bleep
Slowly as I drown
Gently into the goodnight.

Dk Osei Yaw

Featured Poem:

Blood is only paint

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Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

The pigment of my imagination –
An atonement of abomination

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

That leaks from the lips of pointed swords,
And drips onto the realms of pallet boards

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

To be mopped-off the surface of polish,
For the quaking rough within to garnish

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

That bathes this dirt off this ancient floor
Canvassing frequency fields of rainbows that Mate Me Sie saw;

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

Blood is holy pain;

Blood is only stain

Slash your wrist,

Slash your wrist,
Paint a pristine sea;

Slash your wrist

Paint a green earth!

[Slash your wrist,
Paint a sincere smile;]..2x

Slash your wrist and die!
And you will live again;

Why? For
Blood is only paint!
2011(c) DK Osei-Yaw

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Biography

DK Osei-Yaw is an artist who romanticizes everyday life experiences and extrapolates their melodies into a multiplicity of art forms including poetry, theatre and music.

He is a Liberian born Ghanaian who uses his artistic self expression in a variety of ways to project everyday African life, especially taking inspiration from the life and influences of his early upbringing and education in West Africa.

DK Osei-Yaw’s personality always desires to express the rhythm of the soul, which is portrayed through his performances and the West African artist’s distinctive taste of identity.

Dk Osei Yaw

Biography

DK Osei-Yaw is an artist who romanticizes everyday life experiences and extrapolates their melodies into a multiplicity of art forms including poetry, theatre and music.

He is a Liberian born Ghanaian who uses his artistic self expression in a variety of ways to project everyday African life, especially taking inspiration from the life and influences of his early upbringing and education in West Africa.

DK Osei-Yaw’s personality always desires to express the rhythm of the soul, which is portrayed through his performances and the West African artist’s distinctive taste of identity.

Drown

Enlarge poem

I stand my ground
Yet it slips away;
My legs kick hard,
Yet bubbles betray;
Here, strength fails so fast
And I’m weakened to my last;
My dying breath chides
Yet my heart resists,
[As gasps fill my lungs
With ghostly pangs]..2x
And heave a heavy weight
Like a mountain upon my chest;
And heave
A heavy
Weight
Like a mountain
Upon my chest…
Beneath this I beat,
I wish I
FREAK!
Yet quietly, I bleep
Slowly as I drown
Gently into the goodnight.

Featured Poem:

Blood is only paint

Enlarge poem

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

The pigment of my imagination –
An atonement of abomination

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

That leaks from the lips of pointed swords,
And drips onto the realms of pallet boards

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

To be mopped-off the surface of polish,
For the quaking rough within to garnish

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

That bathes this dirt off this ancient floor
Canvassing frequency fields of rainbows that Mate Me Sie saw;

Blood is only paint
Blood is holy paint

Blood is holy pain;

Blood is only stain

Slash your wrist,

Slash your wrist,
Paint a pristine sea;

Slash your wrist

Paint a green earth!

[Slash your wrist,
Paint a sincere smile;]..2x

Slash your wrist and die!
And you will live again;

Why? For
Blood is only paint!
2011(c) DK Osei-Yaw

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Drown

Enlarge poem

I stand my ground
Yet it slips away;
My legs kick hard,
Yet bubbles betray;
Here, strength fails so fast
And I’m weakened to my last;
My dying breath chides
Yet my heart resists,
[As gasps fill my lungs
With ghostly pangs]..2x
And heave a heavy weight
Like a mountain upon my chest;
And heave
A heavy
Weight
Like a mountain
Upon my chest…
Beneath this I beat,
I wish I
FREAK!
Yet quietly, I bleep
Slowly as I drown
Gently into the goodnight.

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