THE LOVE STORY

If we can gather together 

And ponder on these together 

Wandering on these unknown feelings

Lingering within our thoughts And bones,

Meaning He lives.

For He first loved us.

The true meaning of life starts here. 

From the little giggles in reminiscing

And the understanding of the emotions we bear.

To the ever-ready sweetheart, we are missing.

Love is welcoming, sex is different.

Giving is a blessing, receiving is different, 

Hatred is murder, slandering is unfair.

As love faces us unaware 

We live in love as God believes in love.

And live in love. 

Jcson Jenuis 

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The New HOPE

It has been hours

It has been days

It has been weeks

It has been months

Since you took my smile

Since you took my dignity 

Since you turned my face against the wall

Since I slipped and fall

And the beautiful words turned sour 

And beautiful moments turned into pains 

I feel lost 

I feel caged 

I turned lost 

I turned disarray 

Hopes on the floor

Dreams are scattered 

Thoughts are dammed

 What then remains?

Salvation!

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The New redemption

 For we sought redemption with tears in the previous year,

And dreaming of a beautiful beginning, oh yeah!
Gathering all our calabashes for the Lord's oil,
But the environment cracks our dreams into the soil,
And our joy fades away.
Waving the future as it takes its journey.
There the sun comes from its nest.
With its beautiful face and hope for the best.
Though we witnessed it bearing teeth
And the roars of it heat,
The bruising of our fate
We felt betrayed.
In the new year, we can see hope,
And lingering on its ambitions,
On top of the Afadja mountain
Running towards us with archers of sweet wine.
And striking off our fainted hopes alive.
As we wait on the moon, to dance with it.

Jcson Jenuis 

The Son, The Life

The son, The life

Listen to the angels' hymn,

Behold the shepherd's esteemed grace.

God's gift rests within a humble manger,

An eternal offering, beautifully displayed.

What surpasses the value of life?

If not contained in the Son, revealed to our unclean life,

Yet for humanity, 

He, a comfort within our hearts.

A gift, once owned, becomes an everlasting treasure.

A testament to life's unending,

In the Son's sight, our home is found.

To dwell with life eternally,

A testimony embraced forever.

By @jcsonjenuis

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If We Could,

 If we could,

Imagine a day such as this,

Eternal joy, smiles that persist,

In every dream we conjure near,

With desires strong, without a fear,

A perfect picture we'd create,

Not just one, but four, our fate,

With prayers and chants, we make our plea,

To brighter skies, we long to see.

If we could plant hope in our desire,

And etch our dreams with faith entire,

In these tough times, we'll surely cope,

Our hopes and dreams, our guiding scope.

These are our eggs, this is our heat,

As cracks appear, we won't retreat,

We'll show our teeth in a joyful dance,

Embracing life with a hopeful stance.

Jcson  Jenuis

WALLS DO HAVE EARS

 

In our rooms, we have murmured 

Down in our brains, we drew  our thoughts 

And the pictures we saw, we desire

As colorful as Ukraine's sunflowers 

Brightens our smiles in our dreams.

If the assembly we have forsaken 

Our face we lean on this walls to pray,

In faith, we water our hopes

while the clouds become pregnant with rains.

We know our lamentations are due with fruits.

@jcsonjenuis

POVERTY

 

I heard my name in the mouth of the swine,

All my honor you taken away

And my shame laid bare to the creatures of this earth

With all the fingers pointed at me in curse

Even death shy away from me

And within my heart I begged him, murmuring.

Nothing left here, if not the tears under this eyes.

Today my voice crawl under my throat with no strength.

Empty, Oh! oh!! with a sigh, 

Poverty? The curse of my ancestors?

With your rope tide around my neck choked, 

Dragging me down the sunken sand.

Oh! Mawu, stretch your embrace on this famine, 

And lay your heavy breast on my lips,

In my difficult breathing,

I will suckle your milk of manner.

In My Hands

 

My thoughts I found in my hand

And my joy right in my heart

If the clay for the porter I stood in 

Then why run?

For now I know,

I carry my joy in my hands.

The hoe is found there, in my hands

As the land is vast in sight

Why then plead with hunger to feed?

For now I know,

I carry my joy in my hands.

I feel lost 

By the one leading me by hand

On my blind side I'm led 

But here I fell into this pit,

As I succumb to sounds of mockery.

For now I know,

I carry my sight in my hands

Teach me! Teach me!!

Whiles the books are agape.

And my knowledge I see in your hands,

For the little wisdom I tried to amass

Locked up in your head

Oh!  Lord, I pray for your feed.

But there rest the book in my hands,

For now I know, 

I crumble my sight in my hands.

SPIRIT DO HEARS

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SPIRIT DO HEARS

We run to fight another day

If not to save ourselves

or to plan for the next day

The consultation to ogun we will seek

But the thunder striking advice from shango we can not deny,

For we will be ready with our sacrifice

as the obedience of it we can not let it slide,

Whiles the clouds are pregnant with rains,

We know our hopes are not faint,

There is a season ahead with a basket of grains,

An appraisal to the diety.

Whiles we harvest our substance unto the oracle,

Our incantations and adage waves into heaven's,

For we know our dreams are tackled,

The wailing and hooting of our children,

Has drummed a big sound unto the undying ears of forefathers,

But our ancestors sees us not unfortunate,

Yes! For we lack no fear

As we hold unto the voice of Balogun,

Firm like the flame at night

Why fear snake bite?

Whiles the fortification of our bodies swims with charms,

For the wars brought us warriors,

And the rains brought us barns,

This is to us, that the spirit still hears.

@jacksonjenuis

Annubis

Just yesterday she took a walk towards this gate 

And her smiles like colors that Won't fade,

From the pictures we drew with her in our future 

And the frame we kept this dreams in forever, 

Now cracked into debris,

From the waving hands of death

We have been greeted 

and the chairs laid in our sudden heart

We are summond with tears and sorrows,

Drawn and embedded by Anubis arrows 

And the strike towards her Achilles, 

leaves us weak and broken,

Though the dreams we've woven together scattered by the scavengers teeth, 

The little gathered we turn to teach,

For the length of this mountain we will climb 

And the laughter of annubis will be ironically loud as ever, 

Whiles the race with him we turn to beat, 

By clinging on strong arms of prayers

If not now a day to come in the eternal lands.

By @jcsonjenuis

Wander

Wander 

What can i write whiles empty 

And my thoughts lingering without it brain 

Whiles it sits idle on a cemetery tomb 

With no fear in chat with a phantom 

For this journey is a wander

Either to the cold side of north pole or in the hot sun of Dakar 

Lost but found with unrealistic dreams 

Whiles the kids around the neighbourhood laugh about missing my keys 

And the way back still undetermined 

Hoping for the right dreams to give me a kiss 

When? Soon I will walk back accompanied with a dream.

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