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Life's a quest for maybe meaning?

To know, witness, realise the desired

Paradoxes curse to consider reasoning

Your needs to better, ace the potholes t(here) littered

You pace, pause, angered n' happy towards to solve

Suddenly, a juncture involving to volve

You consider common strait then your fate twixt 

The truth of birth to dirt our treat 

Then there's the need to retain relevance referent?

©Jodekss Gloatkenf 

lf this poem is too long
That may be suicidal

But suicide breaks your lung
and kills your communion pal:

I understand I don't understand
The parental pressure you face:

The study stress choking around
you homesickness from loneliness

The love affairs - crashes in trust
Rejection after being used for fun

The liquor you gulp to look hot
as the drug abuse to be apt on

The emotional issues stirred from
expectations way too high to bear

The sleepless voices to your ear drum
as well as the blurry visions yeah!

Life has no meaning now indeed
But death cannot solve this you know?
Your loss is like the fall of a galaxy
One filled with billions of life force of hers
Taking your life will only make the world worse check
But living on hope and forbearance heals the future check

Your plight cannot be the worst,
Ask around you'd see
Your condition cannot be the stupidest, so take your time.

Breathe your breath and sigh
Take up your light very high
Chest out like a warrior to battle
Win your wars both far and nigh

Have hope I say
Stand still I pray

Having fallen, rise up just try
Take up your mantle to testify

Say 'no to suicide today'
I say "no to suicide today."

#Jodekss

They are, there are two-some of all beings being
There and here there are of cause, there are
There are;
the good and there, the gross
They are, as there are miniondoms, are kings' king

As there goes the darkness, light grows here as
there are the rich there are the poor here as
there are their joys there are their sorrows here are there
as in sorrow there we weep here there
as they rejoice here there
as there for affection there there as affecTAtion is theirs there

There are: the boys here but there are the babes there as
there are the men here but there are wo-men there as
there tussle of sup+eriority there as
here are theirs there worries against inf-eriority here as
the wo-men here buy here and there as
there are men paying here and there as....

Might this snarl, stacked up are known like this own
We wouldn't fight, on valleys on mounts on 'n on
Thus the good being, there has to be evil being in it
Or as evil to come, there need being good's howzit!
Two designs, defining one as another: as sister as brother
Difference's been long not there, twixt the good n' bother.

©Jodekss 29/10/2018

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Photo © Jodekss 2012

I am poetry
I am the course whose channels be aged as time herself
I am the lineation in whose life was birthed
I am the first as oration in which the great n' gore nations
be brought up and fall from their tall places

I am the product of the Word in
Whose mights my muse was moulded
I am a creator who can make; mar by making phansies facts:

I can cuddle my bones permeating through my skin
I can live within my lungs and be without my skins
I can swerve the steel like I'd among the bits of water
Can climb the air into the weightless faces of the horizon
To the sun can I sit with for a confab
And the moon can come to me on my call to cuddle
And I can pace back or forth to the galaxy in a sprint
To view the starts of stars as they glimmer as big as they could be afar

I am an infinite energy whose pride is sourced in the Light
I am the thorough son of Light with my words in paint
My choice of words as condensed as they could go
Would only be graced as another determiner of the fate of the universe

Aye, I am indeed poetry
The first genre of 'em three.

© Jodekss

The sun shall rise, as the moon shall fall
But His words have come, and shall heal the lands for all.
My name to survive to fall, as the light survives to shine his call
My claims but countered by all, for my gains to gown glory in Hall.

Be light on earth begone, as dirt surrounds us all to mount
Rest your resolves to know, by being the prey to feed
Sell your golden wears for free, and teach the lessons with bead
Break apiece your might of cause, to reach the finish the first.
©Jodekss

The two of you with manhood, pendulums at the centre of your U
Between your legs lie your lying brains maybe may be May
Your birth is May then death day may be another Friday of your 'feBuahri'
And your day(s) are close away your way(s) I'll feint till you faint
Taint with putrid saint, put and rid saint your argument, your celibate success rated into some fallen caliphate
Are shamefully fine yet to yourselves you seem fine but you are not fine very fine
And you are 'you' who's not worth a 'were' but 'was' as I in condescending surge
Of muse then condemn the damn inside your con
The sickly delirious argue inside your argument as its -ment is not Christ-ment - you two are no Christ-men
Christ-men even are: rather fat or fined, rich like Richard or screeching, possessed like ogrish Mitch
In success or sickness, in plenty or penury which peppers like pepper
In knowledge or foolishness, on curse badge or topping of Guinness gee!
In loss or... or... or lost with lust or thieves thieving thieves things at all cost
Hellenic pinchers in Jews who don't pay their tithes
Snakes who eat the millions or the mighty money munching machine monkeys in zoo
All the worst sins since are better than these sick sons, Christ-men
Good Christ ians don't make noise of their spirit worth, angels skank  loud their ought South-North
Their mellow spirits remain down in their dearly deeds and earth goes soften for their legs to gain and gain again and again

You are not close to an apostle but faking taking iyán done of their mortar and pestle, òṣì.
You are a shame with your game of wanting fame with noisy religious kettle
You and you are yaw and yaw - filth to the cross and disgrace to the course
For you have both sworn not to change, you are devil's by force.

©Odunayo Areyemi Feb/27/2018 5:06 PM

I heard footsteps,
Clanging on the ground,
In a rhythm that could doze the ears,
But the eyes recoiled upon realizing it was armed men in Khaki,
Looking stern and unagreeable.

And then I heard voices that sojourned from afar,
Knocking, on the mission to relay the screams of help! Help!! Help!!!
The air itches, atmosphere scares,
Only iron hand from above could help, As all heads in the know of terror sang the song of asylum.

I heard blood running from the point of deaths that littered the ground, to meet with the blood from the other side at a spot to make the stream where the dead took their last bath.

WE heard a sound of resolved walks, hurrying closer in confidence of guns ready to resume obeying the grim reaper's orders;

But the fears it exerted proved futile, having been overcome by aggrieved and gnawing will that sprang from differing hearts and with gallantry of the stormed trees, the wind was trampled under the faith of unity of ascending savanna.

©Olaitan

Good garbage groaning but still burnt of the matches it holds
By the fame it had had from the stench - it scolds
The effects it throws from the heart so cold
With the ways it rays, unlike no man's ever told
And the works it does from its mind reeking of filth
Loaded with junks, maggotted cans of milk, children's teeth
Swollen sheaves alongside chisels for cutting 'em
No poverty person can pass but those stainers on helm
With pale-some face, burning countenance soaked bloods on in
Pains they shield within and laughed well the other day in inn
Ways past their houses give good merits as they share rice
On the inside lies curious cry's, people's money sacked thrice
The garbage remains receptive yet
Its stench might slaughter but
Containers will live to choose soon another set.

©Jodekss Feb/12/2018 4:46 AM