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Delusion

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Freedom Freed Freee
Medley of feelings, hopes, dreams
What it means to be free
The Inner soul bursting out on a sunny summer morning
Spirit soaring through the stars
Freedom Freed Free
Expression attitude directive idea
Mood inner outer
Freedom from the oppressionists
Freed from the colonialists
Free from elitists

Freedom Freed Freee
Black expression in the wide wide world
Stolen people
Stolen hands
Stolen hopes
Stolen dreams
Black dreams
Ended slavery apartheidic policies
Black souls mingled in the calumny of kings
Black sheep lost sheep
Betrayed sheep found sheep
Shipping shoals of shrouded souls

Freedom Freed Freee
Never existence denied
Freedom exists (theoretically)
Of thought, of decision, of action, of…
Bullshit.
. Freedom. Is. Dead.
Its Baby stuck in the womb of dreams
Twisting turning kicking possibilities
Dying died death
Carcass of embryo mucus egg
Sperms denied, eggs rot
Spawn of slavery chains walls dungeons prisons ideas
Judgements society religious abstractions preconditions
Summarised dismissions
Copy copy copy copy

Freedom Freed Freee
Fallacy of the human biology
Myth mystic misinterpretation
Not known
Never known
Never to be known
Chains of perceptions
Dungeons of aspirations
Copies of popularity
Jails of ideas
Caught in the world wide web of society

Freedom Freed Freee
World War 1, 2, 3
Barbaric extermination
Of the weak suppressed scorned
Are you ready to lose?
Concentration camps of selective madness
Chop chop chop
Butcher butcher butcher
Want a slice of gassed Jew?

Freedom Freed Freee
She’s a Slave of abuse, wench of sex
Pills inserted swallowed digested
Bleeding endless in the noon of night
Pad after pad wave after wave of
AGONY
Corruptive leading leaders
Poverty, sole captor of the captive captured
Chain of crippling disease
Sarcastic capitalistic democracy
Rape murder genocide
Arson suicide theft
Drugs poison knife of hatred
In truth
It’s Survival of the Fittest
Slice
Necks
Slice
Dreams
Slice hands, short sleeve or long sleeve, sir?
Slice
It’s actually your preference, sir!
Slice
Souls
Volcanic implosion of an open vault
Blame the government, the people, the race the system
Blame the country, Hitler, Stalin just blame, blame, blame
Anybody but yourself

Freedom Freed Freee
The desire to be
Powerful
The One with absolute Power
The One an absolute slave

GNP shooting up FDI skyrocketing
And the street hawker still bleeds under the oppressive sun
The pregnant woman still bleeds to death because the doctor
Just has to have some money before he would…watch her not die
The little orange-seller still gets raped by men of twisted conscience
The little school boy is denied an education that’s supposed to be free

Jobs decreasing graduates increasing
It’s gonna be one big party of unemployed intellectuals
Let us toast to the only system that allows us
To school in our youth and retire as soon as we graduate
Now Cheers!!!

Where do the starving masses go?
Leaders with fat bellies
A President-for-life
the people…the people…the people
You are Nothing without the people

Rat race deceptive chase
Save connive store
Every drop of sweat and blood
Reap gather harvest
Pennies coins pesewas for the lapdog
Crippled old arthritic
Die the same, lose the game
Forgotten empty grave
Divorce hatred screaming it’s lungs out
Tears wounds
Bleeding dripping wounds
Split families psychological concussions
Cheating drips of humanity
Lying sips of nature
Whose idea was it to commence humanity?

Seek solace in Jesus Mohammed Buddha
Seek solace in Science yourself the stars
In fact
Seek solace in nothing
But

Freedom Freed Freee?
Don’t delude yourself.

February 2011

Nana Korantema Hanson

Featured Poem:

Mad woman

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Envy me as I desert your dangerous world of sanity
Squeeze your fists in angry jealousy as I slip into this abyss of dreams
Cover your eyes lest I spit into them with delirious laughter…
Turn your heads away as I relapse into childish giggles
Covet my luck when the wild waters’ rages wail my name in endless tides
Cry out in sorrow for I am free!

Free!

For I alone can be three persons
I alone can look death in the eye and shake my fists for I am not afraid of the after-world
I alone can divide the great sky of pain and serve it in seven clay pots
Drink with relish…and be free! I dip my calabash to the gods of creation!
I alone can see across the horizon of time and be guileless
I alone can be possessed by the voices of my humanity
I alone can dance with teasing sensuality to the intricate rhythms of unearthly sounds

For I am free!

Sweat, fume, as my breasts bounce to that mysterious drum only I can hear
Pull your hair as my hips sway to the sorrowful wail of the atenteben
As I soar into worlds you can never reach

Don’t!…You can’t!… forgive me! I am an evil seed!

May thunder and barking dogs seize your throat and choke you in your laughter!
May your hidden smiles be cut off and stuck under your feet!
Don’t touch me and corrupt me with your mad sanity!
Prey upon your own souls and leave mine alone!
Don’t destroy my Peace!

Oh, please, with my knees cut in stones, my body in the dust you kick off your feet,
Don’t destroy my Peace
My forehead on the ground, my lips at your toes
Don’t tamper with my soul
My hands scratched and bleeding, my spirit writhing in supplication
Leave me be! For I am free!

You can’t…forgive me…I am evil

My laughter alone resounds through memory
It echoes in the caves of desperation
It is as cool as mud walls encased in thatch
As scorching as the fiery passions of steaming lava
Stew in Jealousy for my heart alone the gods can hear

Don’t break the windows to my soul or blacken their purity and drive me from me
Those windows…those delicate windows that threaten to break…

They break

I put each sweet shard to my lips to kiss away their pain
And hug them to my chest
The shattered pieces of glass pierce my breast in eternal gratitude

I am a child of twisted conscience
The seed of disappointment in the copulation of body and soul
I can no longer feel nor recognize nor bond
I am a cold, massless phantom that can seduce your spirits to iniquity

Don’t…forgive me…

Watch me fade away into emptiness
See me cocoon in this vacuum and wither away into wishes
And envy me…for I am Free…

nana korantema hanson

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Biography

Nana Korantema Hanson is an actress, a writer (poetry, anecdotal essays, and novel), blogger, television presenter, and an entertainment journalist based in Ghana.

Nana Korantema Hanson

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nana korantema hanson

Biography

Nana Korantema Hanson is an actress, a writer (poetry, anecdotal essays, and novel), blogger, television presenter, and an entertainment journalist based in Ghana.

Delusion

Enlarge poem

Freedom Freed Freee
Medley of feelings, hopes, dreams
What it means to be free
The Inner soul bursting out on a sunny summer morning
Spirit soaring through the stars
Freedom Freed Free
Expression attitude directive idea
Mood inner outer
Freedom from the oppressionists
Freed from the colonialists
Free from elitists

Freedom Freed Freee
Black expression in the wide wide world
Stolen people
Stolen hands
Stolen hopes
Stolen dreams
Black dreams
Ended slavery apartheidic policies
Black souls mingled in the calumny of kings
Black sheep lost sheep
Betrayed sheep found sheep
Shipping shoals of shrouded souls

Freedom Freed Freee
Never existence denied
Freedom exists (theoretically)
Of thought, of decision, of action, of…
Bullshit.
. Freedom. Is. Dead.
Its Baby stuck in the womb of dreams
Twisting turning kicking possibilities
Dying died death
Carcass of embryo mucus egg
Sperms denied, eggs rot
Spawn of slavery chains walls dungeons prisons ideas
Judgements society religious abstractions preconditions
Summarised dismissions
Copy copy copy copy

Freedom Freed Freee
Fallacy of the human biology
Myth mystic misinterpretation
Not known
Never known
Never to be known
Chains of perceptions
Dungeons of aspirations
Copies of popularity
Jails of ideas
Caught in the world wide web of society

Freedom Freed Freee
World War 1, 2, 3
Barbaric extermination
Of the weak suppressed scorned
Are you ready to lose?
Concentration camps of selective madness
Chop chop chop
Butcher butcher butcher
Want a slice of gassed Jew?

Freedom Freed Freee
She’s a Slave of abuse, wench of sex
Pills inserted swallowed digested
Bleeding endless in the noon of night
Pad after pad wave after wave of
AGONY
Corruptive leading leaders
Poverty, sole captor of the captive captured
Chain of crippling disease
Sarcastic capitalistic democracy
Rape murder genocide
Arson suicide theft
Drugs poison knife of hatred
In truth
It’s Survival of the Fittest
Slice
Necks
Slice
Dreams
Slice hands, short sleeve or long sleeve, sir?
Slice
It’s actually your preference, sir!
Slice
Souls
Volcanic implosion of an open vault
Blame the government, the people, the race the system
Blame the country, Hitler, Stalin just blame, blame, blame
Anybody but yourself

Freedom Freed Freee
The desire to be
Powerful
The One with absolute Power
The One an absolute slave

GNP shooting up FDI skyrocketing
And the street hawker still bleeds under the oppressive sun
The pregnant woman still bleeds to death because the doctor
Just has to have some money before he would…watch her not die
The little orange-seller still gets raped by men of twisted conscience
The little school boy is denied an education that’s supposed to be free

Jobs decreasing graduates increasing
It’s gonna be one big party of unemployed intellectuals
Let us toast to the only system that allows us
To school in our youth and retire as soon as we graduate
Now Cheers!!!

Where do the starving masses go?
Leaders with fat bellies
A President-for-life
the people…the people…the people
You are Nothing without the people

Rat race deceptive chase
Save connive store
Every drop of sweat and blood
Reap gather harvest
Pennies coins pesewas for the lapdog
Crippled old arthritic
Die the same, lose the game
Forgotten empty grave
Divorce hatred screaming it’s lungs out
Tears wounds
Bleeding dripping wounds
Split families psychological concussions
Cheating drips of humanity
Lying sips of nature
Whose idea was it to commence humanity?

Seek solace in Jesus Mohammed Buddha
Seek solace in Science yourself the stars
In fact
Seek solace in nothing
But

Freedom Freed Freee?
Don’t delude yourself.

February 2011

Featured Poem:

Mad woman

Enlarge poem

Envy me as I desert your dangerous world of sanity
Squeeze your fists in angry jealousy as I slip into this abyss of dreams
Cover your eyes lest I spit into them with delirious laughter…
Turn your heads away as I relapse into childish giggles
Covet my luck when the wild waters’ rages wail my name in endless tides
Cry out in sorrow for I am free!

Free!

For I alone can be three persons
I alone can look death in the eye and shake my fists for I am not afraid of the after-world
I alone can divide the great sky of pain and serve it in seven clay pots
Drink with relish…and be free! I dip my calabash to the gods of creation!
I alone can see across the horizon of time and be guileless
I alone can be possessed by the voices of my humanity
I alone can dance with teasing sensuality to the intricate rhythms of unearthly sounds

For I am free!

Sweat, fume, as my breasts bounce to that mysterious drum only I can hear
Pull your hair as my hips sway to the sorrowful wail of the atenteben
As I soar into worlds you can never reach

Don’t!…You can’t!… forgive me! I am an evil seed!

May thunder and barking dogs seize your throat and choke you in your laughter!
May your hidden smiles be cut off and stuck under your feet!
Don’t touch me and corrupt me with your mad sanity!
Prey upon your own souls and leave mine alone!
Don’t destroy my Peace!

Oh, please, with my knees cut in stones, my body in the dust you kick off your feet,
Don’t destroy my Peace
My forehead on the ground, my lips at your toes
Don’t tamper with my soul
My hands scratched and bleeding, my spirit writhing in supplication
Leave me be! For I am free!

You can’t…forgive me…I am evil

My laughter alone resounds through memory
It echoes in the caves of desperation
It is as cool as mud walls encased in thatch
As scorching as the fiery passions of steaming lava
Stew in Jealousy for my heart alone the gods can hear

Don’t break the windows to my soul or blacken their purity and drive me from me
Those windows…those delicate windows that threaten to break…

They break

I put each sweet shard to my lips to kiss away their pain
And hug them to my chest
The shattered pieces of glass pierce my breast in eternal gratitude

I am a child of twisted conscience
The seed of disappointment in the copulation of body and soul
I can no longer feel nor recognize nor bond
I am a cold, massless phantom that can seduce your spirits to iniquity

Don’t…forgive me…

Watch me fade away into emptiness
See me cocoon in this vacuum and wither away into wishes
And envy me…for I am Free…

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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

Delusion

Enlarge poem

Freedom Freed Freee
Medley of feelings, hopes, dreams
What it means to be free
The Inner soul bursting out on a sunny summer morning
Spirit soaring through the stars
Freedom Freed Free
Expression attitude directive idea
Mood inner outer
Freedom from the oppressionists
Freed from the colonialists
Free from elitists

Freedom Freed Freee
Black expression in the wide wide world
Stolen people
Stolen hands
Stolen hopes
Stolen dreams
Black dreams
Ended slavery apartheidic policies
Black souls mingled in the calumny of kings
Black sheep lost sheep
Betrayed sheep found sheep
Shipping shoals of shrouded souls

Freedom Freed Freee
Never existence denied
Freedom exists (theoretically)
Of thought, of decision, of action, of…
Bullshit.
. Freedom. Is. Dead.
Its Baby stuck in the womb of dreams
Twisting turning kicking possibilities
Dying died death
Carcass of embryo mucus egg
Sperms denied, eggs rot
Spawn of slavery chains walls dungeons prisons ideas
Judgements society religious abstractions preconditions
Summarised dismissions
Copy copy copy copy

Freedom Freed Freee
Fallacy of the human biology
Myth mystic misinterpretation
Not known
Never known
Never to be known
Chains of perceptions
Dungeons of aspirations
Copies of popularity
Jails of ideas
Caught in the world wide web of society

Freedom Freed Freee
World War 1, 2, 3
Barbaric extermination
Of the weak suppressed scorned
Are you ready to lose?
Concentration camps of selective madness
Chop chop chop
Butcher butcher butcher
Want a slice of gassed Jew?

Freedom Freed Freee
She’s a Slave of abuse, wench of sex
Pills inserted swallowed digested
Bleeding endless in the noon of night
Pad after pad wave after wave of
AGONY
Corruptive leading leaders
Poverty, sole captor of the captive captured
Chain of crippling disease
Sarcastic capitalistic democracy
Rape murder genocide
Arson suicide theft
Drugs poison knife of hatred
In truth
It’s Survival of the Fittest
Slice
Necks
Slice
Dreams
Slice hands, short sleeve or long sleeve, sir?
Slice
It’s actually your preference, sir!
Slice
Souls
Volcanic implosion of an open vault
Blame the government, the people, the race the system
Blame the country, Hitler, Stalin just blame, blame, blame
Anybody but yourself

Freedom Freed Freee
The desire to be
Powerful
The One with absolute Power
The One an absolute slave

GNP shooting up FDI skyrocketing
And the street hawker still bleeds under the oppressive sun
The pregnant woman still bleeds to death because the doctor
Just has to have some money before he would…watch her not die
The little orange-seller still gets raped by men of twisted conscience
The little school boy is denied an education that’s supposed to be free

Jobs decreasing graduates increasing
It’s gonna be one big party of unemployed intellectuals
Let us toast to the only system that allows us
To school in our youth and retire as soon as we graduate
Now Cheers!!!

Where do the starving masses go?
Leaders with fat bellies
A President-for-life
the people…the people…the people
You are Nothing without the people

Rat race deceptive chase
Save connive store
Every drop of sweat and blood
Reap gather harvest
Pennies coins pesewas for the lapdog
Crippled old arthritic
Die the same, lose the game
Forgotten empty grave
Divorce hatred screaming it’s lungs out
Tears wounds
Bleeding dripping wounds
Split families psychological concussions
Cheating drips of humanity
Lying sips of nature
Whose idea was it to commence humanity?

Seek solace in Jesus Mohammed Buddha
Seek solace in Science yourself the stars
In fact
Seek solace in nothing
But

Freedom Freed Freee?
Don’t delude yourself.

February 2011

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