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Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever been - Anonymous

Well of eyes

Her eyes are hazel; they are oval, deep and inviting. The beauty of staring into them is captivating, a breathless experience, her eyes speak volumes, whilst her mouth cannot. I continue to stare gradually falling deeper and deeper into them, not even bothering to grab hold of something to steady myself, I welcome the fall, I welcome the experience to hurtle through the depths of her eyes and see what she might want to say.

Her iris contracts as light passes over them, it breaks my fall like the sudden awakening from a nightmare, but in her case a sweet dream. Her eyes follow it, she smiles, not with her mouth or lips, but within the depths of her eyes, the light fascinates her.

I did not know how long I had been entranced for, it could have been a couple of minutes or probably a couple of years, the quantitative data mattered not to me, it was just the quality of the time spent there which moved me.

Such beauty is rare, and to be in its presence is something which is highly impossible to describe. The pure unblemished nature of her gaze is astounding and all but frightening.

It can only be her, her and her eyes, the thieves of my attention, and the marauders of my imagination. She may be the only one to ever allow me to understand the beauty of life when it is innocent. The only one to solidly anchor me to reality, the only one to ever make me feel substantial, loved, whole. This is all realised by a single gaze into those eyes, her eyes.

Even though her words cannot be heard, her gaze speaks with clarity, her gaze tells me she does not want to change, she wants to remain pure, innocent, and her gaze tells me that this is the only way she can make an impact on me.

All I can do is smile, because I have been there before, the feeling of moving yourself forward and then propelling yourself backwards.

However, we all have to grow, we all have to evolve, change. This is the essence of life; it is our calling, our duty, our creed. As she grows so will I, and I will no longer have to rely on her steady gaze to keep my feet planted to the meagre strands of reality. I will no longer have to cite her as my influence, as my antidote, I will have to cite myself, and this is the essence of life. To rely on others until you can stand alone and also give someone the opportunity to rely on you.

Whose eyes are these?

Figure it out.

Wishful Thinking

Wish,

Think,

The difference makes them same,

But a far cry from sane,

Think,

Wish,

A different order,

A different outcome,

I wish,

For you,

I think,

Of you,

No matter the order,

I know that for now,

I won’t have you,

So I leave you to my wishful thinking,

Wish.

Chain Reaction

Author : Caleb David Duku

You look up, my heart beats,

As it beats your ears perk up,

Simultaneously my curiosity rises,

And I take a step closer to you,

Your lips open, the sweetest name ive ever heard comes out,

My boiling blood simmers down enough for me to figure that out.

I stretch forth my hand and our skin touches,

I look up quick enough to see your cheeks blushing,

Fast forward all of this a couple of weeks,

And were seated beneath a tree with flower petals at our feet,

Your lips stretch out in a smile and my heart grows about a mile,

Good times are to die for but immortality is still vain,

Especially when you no longer whisper but scream my name.

Hot tears scald my heart as I watch you leave,

I know were over but its something I don’t want to believe,

Looks like our chain reaction went wrong,

‘Cus I just went from sprung to happy to alone.

But then again nothing is permanent or set in stone,

So I straighten my back , suck it up and move on.

What i like about you

What I like about you

Author: Caleb David Duku

You’re like riding a new bike,

I fall in love with you over and over again,

You’re like learning to swim,

I dive in head first and scream about the cold later,

You’re like listening to music,

I am calmed by the feel of your hands on my ear drums,

You’re like a rollercoaster,

I have the time of my life with you,

You’re like an airplane,

I ride through all my turbulence with you,

You’re like a new silk shirt,

I love the way you feel on me,

You’re like my keyboard,

I press the right buttons to get variations of beauty,

You’re like my guitar strings,

I love the sounds you make when I pluck you,

You’re like waking up,

I feel refreshed when you’re through with me,

You’re like a pace-maker,

I love the way you regulate my heart beats,

You’re like snow,

I love you’re cold surface and you’re pure white depth,

You’re like a blooming flower,

I love the mystery you hide inside.

What I like about you,

Is the fact that you make me wonder why I do.

God Bless America

Author: Caleb David Duku

God bless the

Land of the free

And the Home of the brave,

The land of the crack addicts

And technological slaves,

The land where democracy is just a word,

And hard work can no longer be seen or heard,

What happened to the pride that we once had,

You can’t tell me we shipped it off with our soldiers to Baghdad,

You can’t tell me the pearl was bombed,

To make a breed of blood sucking morons,

To think that the pressure would make die-monds,

Not die away in a film of tears and regret,

Not die away with the thousands of lives lost,

When twin towers crashed to the ground,

And became stones and moss.

Gone are the days

When broad stripes and bright stars

Made us believe America was ours

The land where all people walk brave and tall,

Whether you’re Christian, Muslim or don’t give a fuck at all,

But then again who said we have to let it go?

I live for the future but I’m bringing back the past,

A paradox of mere stupidity,

I live to bring back the days

When any American could proudly say,

God Bless America!!

Bloom

Author : Caleb David Duku

Open,

Glide,

Move with grace and savvy,

To your lover,

Stretch,

Grow,

Move with love and purpose,

To kiss the lips of the sun you love,

Bloom.

Martyr

Author: Caleb David Duku

Fighting for the invisible,

That never seen,

That I do not believe in,

And that which I only dream,

It brings my end,

My fall,

And my rise,

To sit atop the stars,

And whisper among the angels.

Justified

Author: Caleb David Duku

I look into eyes,

Which ripple with pain,

Fear,

Indignation,

And I feel,

Fear,

Indignation,

Because I caused them.

But,

I was,

Justified.

Home

Author: Caleb David Duku

Where the heart is,

Is a distant place,

Imaginary in the haze,

Real in a phase,

Will I ever get

Home?

Ever

Author: Caleb David Duku

Infinite,

Eternal,

Immortality is a lie,

Elongation is a silent crime,

No one can have forever,

But forever can have me,

A humble servant,

To an aging eternal master,

I am yours,

4,

Ever.

Cut

Author: Caleb David Duku

Flash,

Fast,

I feel no pain,

But it seeps out,

Red and hot,

Dim,

Slow,

I believe I am,

Cut.

The Greatest Ever

Good Friends and people

Phrases that made my life

I love you – Mrs. Duku

Shut up - Michael Duku

Chale I no dey biz – Dozy

BOLOOOOOOOOOOO – Isaac Opoku and Andrew Asare

Chale anything for my niggas – MriCook

Niggas who don’t believe in themselves, I hate that shit – Darkowaa

Chale 1 woman only, don’t be a dog – Jerry

Caleb clean your room – Lado

Middle Finger to the law, nigga gripping my balls – Jigga

When I grow up I want to be famous – Pussy cat dolls

I am not guilty – O.J Simpson

Chale we dey go Hollywood – Elorm Goka

Cally Cal!!! – Nah Densua

Everything I’m not makes me everything I am – Kanye West

Don’t do Drugs – Barnie

My lifes a bitch – Dwayne Michael Carter

Real Gangstas and thugs – RGT

With my ego I could stand here in a speedo and look like a fucking hero – Kanye West

We are messed up! – Nikita Lithur

**To aspire for greatness keep good friends like I have, to everyone whose name is up here, except the artists, thank you**

Middle Finger Up

Author: Caleb David Duku

This middle finger flies up,

For all the times I was told santa was real,

For when I was told crack was snow that lacked appeal,

For all the times a nude scene was on

And I was told – Cover your eyes!

You can’t look till you’re grown.

For the many times I was told don’t play in the dirt,

Tie your shoe strings and button up your shirt.

For the times I was scolded for my hand in the pot,

I clearly remember the phrase –

“Robbers do get shot!!”

For the brief moment in history

When I was told to be a man,

Not to cry but to fight back,

Is that a plan?

For the times when I wanted a fro,

And I was cropped of bald,

Like the itsy bitsy spider

My hair came down.

This middle finger is dedicated to life,

To all that it teaches us,

Through pain and through strife,

The fun times and the sad,

This finger is not a diss,

Its my simple way to reminisce,

That life could have fucked me,

But it hasn’t,

So I put four fingers down,

And one stays standing,

The one in the middle.

Jinx

Author: Caleb David Duku

The words are said,

Invisible knots are tied,

And then loosened,

We realize that we,

Uttered at the same time,

Words which require patience,

And time to be brewed,

We jinxed,

The only thing,

Which kept us here,

Jinx.

Mirage of Dust

Author: Caleb David Duku

The scene is perfect,

The wind swirls around her,

Wrapping her in a dust coated layer,

Of Beauty,

Of splendour,

Of unsurpassed rareness.

Through the haze I see,

Her eyes,

Her lips,

Her breasts,

Each strikingly similar,

Yet different from the other.

The scene is perfect,

Her frame stands out in the brown air,

A Babylonian jug,

The modicum of her frame,

It is filled with dust,

Layers and layers,

Of Love,

Of compassion,

Of emotions,

Each strikingly familiar,

Yet different from the other.

The scene is perfect,

Her eyes easily discernible,

The brightest thing around,

Easily outshining the sun,

They are glassed over by dust,

But still they are full,

Of Lust,

Of eroticism,

Of passion,

Each strikingly familiar,

Yet different from the other.

The scene is perfect,

Wait!

No,

It is not.

There is dust,

Layers and layers of dust,

It is full,

Of Nothing,

Of air,

Of space,

Each strikingly similar,

Yet different from the other.

Lie

Author: Caleb David Duku

I,

Lie,

With you,

To you,

Prepositions change my position,

Like lovers in heated frenzy,

Sweet words pour from a paralleled heaven,

I,

Lie,

With you,

To you.

Letters

Author: Caleb David Duku

Majestic and beautiful,

Macedonian queen,

Medallion upon a fragmented heart.

Moccasin textured,

Moistened palms,

Mangrove of an escaping love.

Machinist of a heartbeat,

Moor of beauty,

M,

Mine forever and yet never mine,

Misunderstood but perfectly clear,

Mine never, never, never.

Combust

Author: Caleb David Duku

I

Light the match

And flame billows up

Filling up my nostrils and rolling down my gut

Attacks of panic,

or

Asthmatic seizures,

Might just be enough to stop me smoking reefer

But

I take totes and my mind goes hazy

So I can cloud the pain

Of a love so shady.

Whoever thought - that green pastures would burn,

Or – a flower that I bloomed would die so early,

Aut-umn.

To clear the smoke I open windows up,

A mental air conditioner

On a damn windy day.

Pain is an illusion,

But all this smoke is real

However its gone now

And there is nothing left to burn,

But the combustible tank of emotion and regret

Which I call

My heart.