RazonAnny Justin

IF …..

If maidens never saw angels
Who uttered love, wreaked vengeance
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My life was filled with fear
I lost my pride for years
I thought I’ll end in tears
But you brought me joy and cheers
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Stream of knowledge, there he lies
In sleep deeper, earth his prize
Compareth your sojourn to day
Read your historical morn, noon wished us to share
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A seed is sown
A light kindles and glows
Sprouts, blooms and grows
Exhausts its divine roles
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I'm not a Boko Haramist.
I do not share the myopia of a Sect.
Yet, I just detonated a Bomb.
I didn't kill an innocent Thousand.
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Rumours of another explosion
Abuja again: the location
I felt deeply embittered
Watching the video a day later
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I.)
Wait for me
Tarry, Mon Amoré
For it's a long journey
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In those days of Apocalyptic turmoil
When the Earth and Heavens fellowship this Union
Spectres of the life-Sun set my Spirit free
And the full-faced Moon laughs our loneliness to sleep
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Wit my Imaginations, I can reach there
Though I might not see, yet I can feel her
Braced in Mind, stretching to touch her Cheeks
Trace her jaw-line and kiss her tender Lips
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Through a crawling horror of Blackness
Dews from leaves sizzling on scorched skin
Those sworn-words echoing
As they haphazardly tumble-out of his singed lips
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A call was made
From Equatorial Mangroves through miles of fibre
At one end, d'Tropical Sun setting
Within, d'Turmoil in his Soul settling
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I have lost once
The cherished serenity of hearts-fond
Gradually overthrown by an odd craving
To payback or recover a lost pride
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Son, when my Soul to Hades fade
The glory of years afore
Qich memories of escapades
In a world that's old and sore
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To Light, Life and Continuity
Of Nature enmeshed in the morn’s Virginity
To those who in dreams transcend Beauty
Of extravagance wrapped in the night’s duty
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As I roll back my ecto- energy
Yea! My being settles on a ray of Beauty
Why? My Soul, thoughts thou of Eternity
Thoughts that uplift thee to the light
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It couldn’t be my Place
I’m rooted in a very peculiar Land
And my stump is buried in the valley of Palms
Where oil and nut, straw and husk, wine even
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Give me Time and let me Learn
My Name to Carve on rocks of Fame
That when to Hades I finally Bow
My yesterday dead, shall tomorrow Know
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Above;
No race over time, heads of subtle clouds chasing
translucent tails of others, blindly
No splits of electric sparks, lightening from mountain crags
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With a Dribbling Pen and a Fertile Pad
My Poesy burst Walls, My Eid thought were Hard
And as I maul through them Wordplay like Cheese
I moan 'Practice Sets them Words- clear at Ease.
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CHARIS...
Divine Grace from God
Grace to function effectively
Through the strength of Him in Me
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