SORROWFUL MINDS

Sorrowful minds

Tears running on the floor,
With the tap pressure, it keeps filling the bucket,
So heavy and cloudy it will rain,
As it drizzled to rain out our pain,
Where I sit at the bus stop in await for thy face,
The clouds are dark as I stood lonely in your thoughts,
Where the dreams I had last night touching thy wrinkles,
Closely varnishing in a mirage,
Whiles reality wave hi! In a sorrowful gesture,
When your steps were towards us,
But a welcoming seat you took from ye old pal dust,
Whiles mummy taste the salts of your tears,
In her lost rib she feels distress,
Where? Here we brought our full bowls of tears,
By the soul we slept beside yesterday,
As he took an early walk alone, behind the dark walls today,
Our sounding cry to keep soul safe, we pray,
Look, we stood at the town square dismayed,
Shocked within our tattered sorrow,
The family picture we took fading in shades,
In your written colorful memories I wait to borrow,
Though a dreadful dream I woke to greet a gone soul.
Sorrowful minds

@Jcsonjenuis

AUGUST 18TH

August 18th

Those sounds of the he goat in chase of the she goat,
A barter trade of his semens for her eggs,
Just her sweet love in his palm he took an oath,
Her struggles will be due in the day light,
On August 18th she gave me a sight,
A sounding cry I took in her eyes,
A joy of happiness crawling down in her sight,
The train she kept waiting for has arrived,
Not a wrong turn on the 230th day of the year,
By those fire side they will sit singing his birthday,
Hey! Wait those smiles keeps waving at us,
A bucket they brought for this joy,
August 18th I leave without a care in this world?
Whiles the joy you brought in bucket over flow on us,
A day I give glory, I pray!
The rains should talk today,
As the joy they plan today should be in wetness,
Where? When? On August 18th I was put to birth.
August 18th.

@Jcsonjenuis

Our Story (phase 1)

Our Story! Phase 1

In the darkest brains of this tune,
Wine in dance with memories of the dying souls,
The sick trains waving on the rails,
Hi! To our weary and shivering souls,
Whiles the gods meetings with the ancestors faking forever,
Our incantations are dew and famine brew,
The lands drinking the sour wine of hunger,
As we lay in back, the stomach saying hi to our pains,
The dreams shared, now fading high in the sun's of Dakar,
Dark and burnt, picking from our tattered shames,
Whom to blame, we brought our thoughts to trade,
In the court of the supreme one, we now lay our story.
Questions tabled in sad life of our thoughts,
Only in prayer, we seek in to buy favor,
For the brain and minds are in fought,
Our Story walks in motion of the broken lorry.
My Story!

@Jcsonjenuis

SINKING SHIP

Sinking ship

The Voice I heard, cold in sadness,
The tap flowing from her displeased eyes,
Where thy heart soaked with the piercing pins of pains,
Tattered in the soaking mouth of mud,
Dirty now in a damp squib,
The heart shape you kept drawing, now dead as dodo,
Where is the picture we took?
Out of the options I stood in the dung,
The dreams are faded and hard to follow,
Whiles she kept singing the song of the sinking ship,
Her heart is crippled, as you saw in crochets,
The heart lying on the floor down to earth,
Drunk in love with morning palm wine brewed,
From a stage drama she took to be mocked,
Whiles the murmuring of her teasing pain got her knocked,
Thou cast out her drying pain on the harmattan,
Hunting dust in her sinking ship,
For he left her to slip to skip the traveling ship,
A journey she dreamt of living with the Titanic ship,
The tears on the eyes of the ship,
Whiles it slips out of the grips of the sea with a swallowing bow,
Thy heart is empty and breathing down,
Sailing with the sinking ship not to be saved.

@Jcsonjenuis

Dad's seed (good seed)

Dad's seed (good seed)

In the cold night she understood your heart,
For she a smile of his heart you took,
Now a reflection I stood,
Where a seed cultivated in her wetly lands of her farm,
Her thought grasping the beautiful sun in the morning,
There I stood, in the white clouds with tears,
The picture perfect of their smiles I witnessed,
From the seasonal watered plant, I'm here, I greeted,
A seed of his daddy's fruit, they said.
An attribute identifiable by the congregation,
The walls you threw around me is difficult to break,
Whiles the herbivores try jumping the fence,
There I stood not destroyed nor shakes,
A beautiful growing plant in the eyes of our neighbors,
In few years he shall taste the fruit of his seed,
Whiles thy pruning has encouraged this plant growth,
Where are the dead seeds?
In the jaws of the big sheep,
Not protected in the sad hands of the termite,
The growing sorrow of Dad's eye,
His seed is found in the dark lands of the stubborn peers,
Washed away but not dispersed,
The peers like the sun has destroyed it with heat and smoke,
But with a calming heart he lies satisfied with the good seed,
As his sweat has paid of with good harvest,
I stood tall, face to face as I call myself a fruitful plant.
Dad's seed (good seed).

@Jcsonjenuis

Our Very Own

Our Very Own
Whispers of tragedy hits the ear,
The clasp of humor, pain and tears;
The sounds of guns hitting stones,
And the burns amidst that of the victims tears,
Echoes, echoes from the graveyard,
Some were innocent, hmm! They couldn't hurt a fly,
For our outrageous reasons we took a life,
Hmm! Definitely we cannot give,
Disproportionate number of victims are left,
Yes, to the fate of being deceased,
The Negro's mind is as black as he is,
We're most guilty for the same crime,
We blame others for pity,
Love has left our soul,
Whiles wickedness has filled that empty hole,
What gain is there?
Whiles being heartless to our very own,
Don't take a life you can't give,
As the snake keeps mocking us,
In the clear pictures of fetching water with baskets,
As we lie in naked in our dirty blurry thoughts,
A broad way path in the earth chest.
Our very own!

@kaycvanille

BEHIND THE SAD MIRROR (MAHAMA)

MAHAMA (Behind the sad mirror)

The cries of the kids sounds mama,
Whiles the sound calling the name of mama's love,
MAHAMA! An emotional found pannery,
As the future is set dark in mama's eye,
A soul has fallen in a dirty mud picture,
On the bloody lips of the hyena you see a dead dove,
Whiles streaming innocent blood drips down,
Through the back palms of the wicked,
Shame painted on the walls of the black town,
Where was the love, he said?
The tears of the kids pours in mama's heart,
A warrior who stood for us is down,
Ahooya!!! As the sweat shared in the morning trainings,
Now left empty at the dock worn out,
The flag raised at the mountain has been pulled down,
Our hunger has tear down the unripe mango,
Now not tasty and wasted to our back tongue,
Shame written bold in our empty tongue,
A nice awaiting fruit we can't replace in shame,
In big voice is now over townsmen with our vilfy shame.
MAHAMA (Tribute)
RIP-CAPTAIN

@Jcsonjenuis

ROCKSTAR

ROCKSTAR

On the strings of the sounding hap,
You lying beside me won't be bad,
On the bed of your heart back,
With the little tweets in my ear,
A sound grammar like words of Shakespeare,
Turn me on the strings, heart engineer,
Whiles you make thy heart lies in a cool pool,
From the walking source of this river,
A day, anytime I hear from you,
In a manner I laid stupidly on the dead wood,
All to die in your life for full,
As the sweets of the honey flows on dreaming,
It in the river you did use as a bait,
This heart is for you and yours in me,
On the river preparing this heart on plate to taste,
Not in the test exams we failed,
In the dark clouds we saw the rainbow,
Tied around the heart necklace for today and tomorrow,
Where tomorrow never comes stand forever,
Not the sick paint on the walls it keep reaping,
The rains are not active until June,
Those walls quipped with cement not to break,
When the cattle dies at the anger of the gun,
Why does thy heart lies in fear?
Whiles this crystal heart lies in your hands to stare,
The rattling rifles in the hands of the gangster,
Safer? Or in the murmuring of the sitting gossip?
Whiles the news of this love travel like the Raven and the dove,
Rockstar the queen of this genre throne,
In this castle her royal reigns bells,
In the sights of the doubters subordinates they shy,
An evidence cue in this heart tune.
Rockstar!

@Jcsonjenuis

Us (just us)

US (just us)
Just sail with me on this ship,
On the ship, we just pass the stormy weather,
Maybe there could be more in front,
Just hold the ropes I fear falls,
For though you slipped, I pray staying tall,
In a few seconds the clouds will be clear,
As the white will lead us to the welcoming lands,
Canaan, the stars opens it eyes to stare at us,
Two in the midst we shall stand,
But four on the promise lands,
When? Questions asked in sighs,
Sit in calm, wait for the honey to stream to'ur lip sides,
Where the sun will glow your face in smiles,
If thy heart waits,
The acrylics strokes on the canvas and its story,
As the ear smiles to the mouth symphony,
Words tripping like water from Rocky walls,
In calls the brewer boils it palm wine,
The love in phases grows in divine,
It taste is sour and sharp to cut,
Why wont the drunkard on the bench stop?
Thy feel of it, who understand this love?
Only him understand to drink to the brim,
The road seems narrow but I see it widened,
Her thought dangling on this path,
As thy heart sleep on this love bed tight,
The birds flocking together of one color,
In the clouds I see us holding hands,
Just US!!!
@jcsonjenuis

MUSE

MUSE
The sound of a muse
My thought absorbs are truly in nudes,
Perceived the goddess generations of the semens of Zeus,
Those imaginative smiles like a memory of the nine muses,
The protection of her heart, the death of Achilles,
Overcoming the proud death of Romeo-Juliet,
Foolish in the eyes of the man without love belt,
Muse!! Your love art drawn on this inspiring smiles,
Love gain in pain stand the same,
In calls high on the mountain she came,
Palms open thy heart she gave thy love on this day,
Forgone the "Yeats" words on never give all the heart for love,
But the well understanding of the pragma stands above,
A calming relationship of the melting magma,
She? A royal storm over this heart mountain,
When her love rains falls on the mountain into the fountain,
The queen is clean and her love is keen,
Finely sharpened and fiercely piercing the heart of the king,
Still staring into the fountain glass,
A bulky eyes dreaming for the love to last,
Muse! Your inspiring love I still have,
In the brightest sky they fly high,
With their feathers close, a beauty to man's eye,
Love is what you see not a raven for a dove?
The quick slain of this heart to sleep on her bed,
Do all slave seek freedom?
For how sweet we feel is first?
Playing the hide and seek, these smiles are born best,
With thy love art on cheeks, inspires my love thirst,
Muse! Your love I absorb in thought.
MUSE
@jcsonjenuis

WRONG SHIP

WRONG SHIP
In hides in tides I took the wrong ship,
A deep crazy stormy weather I stand in now,
Thy sound of this heart beat heavy in drums,
Jonnah can testify as the sight of the whale's mouth,
In shout of warnings I received from the clouds,
Hey! hey! die in the sea or this mouth,
For thy thought lives in dismay,
For the actual truth I despised,
In incantation the sea recites it prayers in my fear,
The disturbing heart of a tramadol horse,
Tomorrow she dreams my corpse on abandoned shores,
An eating space this body met the smiling vultures,
My soul in the mirage mirror I see them cry,
Washing this thought I pray,
For the supreme command will meet the silent mouth of the sea,
In a wrong ship I tried to fish,
The phobia of the talking sea,
Though the trireme has three banks of oars,
I still sit at the edge with a chattering teeth,
The sea god Poseidon has turn his sight,
As the lightening flashes her hand writing in the skies,
With a face that burn my tummy butterflies,
In fiction, I could've witnessed this with eagle soaring eyes,
Human, I'm indeed! Now a savior I need,
I have fed my curious heart,
In shame I put my tail in this legs,
But to ask, do I get home safe?
As I'm now a sea bait,
In the morning I will say hello,
Yes to my death or my wife gate,
Dreams are shattered,
But only the clear clouds I dream in miracle,
And the sea tamed I seek in this wrong ship.
@Jcsonjenuis

MISSING YOU

MISSING YOU
The road we took is empty today,
A wrong turn in an empty street,
Living only the avenue tree on the highway,
Those beautiful birds would've say hay!
Not anymore, the story has changed today,
The clouds is moving apart,
Where you see the white in fade,
Where do I find my gay?
As this thoughts keep saying hi!
Your hand on the phone, calling to say bye?
Not so? I feel empty to die in shy,
The kisses you left are drying on the lips,
I feel doomed like Odysseus and labouring ships,
Off the sun, my heart lies in eclipse,
I dare not to walk, I fear for slips,
As you stand as my heart eye,
The weather in fight with the rose, she dries,
Is it time for bees to say bye?
The stormy weather in cold she teases me,
As I stand in the shoes of the ship in the deep sea,
Shaken, worry, where the sailors fall in the deep sea,
Missing me, missing you, leaving me,
Thoughts blurry like the bat eye,
But the love tree stand deep in the loam sand,
Flourished like the mango tree in April,
Thy fruit I want to suckle to sip in May,
It seasonal, the light will brighten on the darkness,
As the sunflower open it heart to the sun,
Time will tell,
A hello call I dreamt in time,
As I wait for her kiss to sting me.
MISSING YOU
@jcsonjenuis

FAVOR

FAVOR
At your door again today,
Knocking for a response of favor,
The troy of your creative mind and skills,
Which calls for a welcoming suiting art,
I'm at your door,
Still knocking on this sapele wood,
The sound of a voice I seek,
Not a present voice of a wood,
My thought and my feelings in this history books,
Thy heart is clean and cleanse with this tall broom,
With your favors you took this stool,
A king with a clean heart you rule,
We lay in act of gracious kindness,
On floor, the cloth lies in happiness,
Why wont the legs walketh in truth,
The love has change,
As the evil throws out it bait,
Favor? Where is that? When it in fade,
The souls are down in cold,
There lies the intestines, dry in hunger,
Where is favor?
The citizens are out of this behavior,
Should this inner pain drain favor?
As our slaves seek favor not freedom,
The jailer has taken the lands we fought for,
For our start of life owes our master,
Whiles we still seek for his favor,
Where do we see the freedom,
On this hills we stand far from the grains,
For she will still beg for alms,
In the darkest tree of her own lands,
Where is the favor now?
The road has turn and nothing is free.
Favor!!!
@jcsonjenuis

LEAVING AND LEFT

LEAVING...

You set ur feathers strong to fly over this sea,
We stand behind this banks to wave your sailing ship,
With our tattered emotions we hold in hands,
Smiles will fall on toes,
When we see you in the next morning,
Then a new day is born and our milk teeth is no more,
Our emotions has reap from sorrow as laughter greet us,
For now the bags will full,
As you wave us,
To sell your fruits,
Your beautiful thought I will preach and more,
We believe in few market days we shall meet,
For we shall barter trade my sorrows now for happiness,
I sit to wait,
Time will tell.
@jcsonjenuis

Left

Then I heard, I heard the unbelievable
blood froze, veins got choked
And state could define goosebumps!
The dream of hoping to wake up
To awake from some slumber
goodbye was never our term
A shadow I stand in yours,
But where do shadows leave their
real images?
True at some point,
and it comes back
But on the left,
you left, leaving memories in minds park,
And thoughts all over unrest,
Whiles in the minds pond,
 I never stopped pondering
How about leaving at the appropriate time?
Hitting the phone to ring,
It won't take a dime,
Leaving a notice would say hi!
So I am sure of your existence elsewhere hey!
Yes! I stand dreaming!
And  yet to awake!
Did you know my thoughts?
This absence could be short,
In the well busy putting
my beard to quench,
Sorry but no one cries too much over spilt milk,
But my throat dries in thirst,
Loved ones seemed to have
moved on, in dirt,
But the depth of hearts
projects memories of you in claps
She? Those sweet pies,
 LEFT! I wave this hands.

@perto-writes

In memory of a dearest
Gifty-Truth.

BLINDSIDED

Blindsided

Blood oozes from the leg strike on a stone,
Where do I find the shadows from the thick trees in the forest?
The dark side of this life throne,
I walk with my eyes infront as my back unrest,
How safe I'm without the tortoise shell,
Where the rat looks blurry I coach the hot sun,
The losing feet of the blind in the sea sand,
My short life without a bone,
The black magic I tied on my blindsided,
The third eye on top of the tortoise shell,
Ibudu, the god's lost son,
Behind the mountains climax sun,
When will the sea stop saying bye to the pebbles?
Will it be when the dust bury as blindsided?
The bat's smiles I dreamt in the dark night,
Where the sight for my direction is in my blindsided,
 The chest of the wind broad in sight,
Where will this dust hide in a corner I won't find,
Whiles thy thought sweep this path like wind,
My strength in the back palm of the brewing tree,
Who seize my blind though I dance the wine,
I fall on my backside with the spear of the blacksmith,
She? A stranger pill for my death, a fear of mankind,
The tenderness of the breast I fall on blindside,
The chest of the oak tree I lay behind,
Century will pass I leave among the rotten leaves,
On low on the loam I leave with ancestors,
Shy live I took from the blindsided,
A barter trade the world will measure in my deaf dead.

Jcsonjenuis

TRAVELERS

TRAVELERS

Loose the ropes,
We sail to the west on this seas,
On this new lands we will cope,
Let the birds flocks up as we see,
Peace in my heart I cry to see,
The baby I left behind with hope,
His milk teeth in palm I leave with peace,
For mummy will return when it new,
 His cries in mind I will lay on,
Mummy shall return soon,
My soul will write to you,
For the kids at the carwash will brain wash you,
Where is mummy? And where do you stand?
On the mountain picking sticks, I've you in mind,
 Believe you choose this shoes among the troops,
On this war field I battle to blow a flute,
The sound of it for our future,
Where will the smiles be? The fruit of the flute,
The sweat weeding all this land, just for you,
A hardworking in pay will reflect your smiles,
These luggage on shoulders to say bye,
"The Answers" A rose, in tatters on the garden path,
Life lashing us with wrath,
The fears from toils like spoilt brat,
They run back to their toils like there is no pain,
In returning there will be full of grains,
Our homes will welcome this with forgetful smiles.


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