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Listening to the silence

Unspoken
Untapped
Unheard

Listen and learn
The words of the world

Pick a date
Feel the wind
Absorb the sensation
Communicate with the air

Run into the showers of blessing
Feel the drops descend on your skin
Feel it soak you
Feel your body respond
Communicate

Open your mouth
Appreciate the taste of food
Smell the scent
And feel the flavour communicate

Hold your baby
Listen to him coo
Learn his words
Speak his language
Communicate

When the night is here
And the blinds are drawn
And you lay in bed
Couple in sync
Reach out and communicate

Listen to the words unspoken
To the silence pregnant with speeches
Listen and learn
Learn to communicate

I am a Word-smith

Beads of sweat gather
I sat back hunched, feet together
Embers of alphabets raising my cerebral temperature
My breath in bellows

Perspiration dripping on my manuscript
My brain forged
My hands fashioned
My words become tools

My words are inspiration
My words are innovation
My words are liberation

Smiles configure your face
Tears disfigure it
Emotions overwhelm you
As my words reach your depth
And liberate your feelings

With words you know
I touch your soul
In ways you have yet to understand
With words you know
I forge phrases and sentences
That bring new meaning to life

26 Alphabets
Millions of combination
Words known
Words unfathomed

I am a wordsmith
I am at your service

Dr. Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Cold day in the summer

its a cold day in the summer
My eyes are wide open
My mind has wondered far

Chills deep to bone
Beads of sweat confluence and streak down my glabella
I shiver and flush

On this cold summer day
My tears and fears lay before me
I am terrified
Horrified as failure rides in like the fifth horse man

The chips are down
Hot within and cold outside
Rigors and chills

On this cold summer day
I could die
So all the pain would go away

But then, I would have failed

Memoirs
www.juggernautbnyusuf.
Eerie sounds in a familiarly strange world
The groans of pain
The crying of babies
Sad faces and forlorn stares

Icy cold fingers of the harmattan trails my skin
As the wind blows cold
I walk through narrow passages
In the dead of night
While other men lay in the warmth of sexual embrace

I am far away from home
Thrown in a world of tears and pain
The blood on my hands is no metaphor
I have blood on my hands

Day after day I struggle
Through cold and stormy weather
Hot and scorching
My strife knows no weather

I am the dearth of death
Or so I like to think
I wrestle with all strength
I hold none back
I give it all

My health fails while I struggle to give
Malnourished and unkempt
I run from bed to theatre
I work till my body gives way and my strength fails me

Because;

Life is sacred
And for me a trust
And safeguard it I must.

Dr Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

With the devil, a long spoon www.juggernautbnyusuf.

Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar... Mark 12:17

He's dark and evil
He comes with horns
He is scary
He's in hell burning

He's painted to terrify
Dark flaming monster
Infinite powers

Myths of man
Myths to separate him from the true him
Myths to confuse us

The devil is in the details;they say
He is indeed in the details
Every slip
Every desire of personal gratification baring morality

The devil lurks at the corner
Like a lion he roams the dark hoping to devour
In the dark of your mind
Devouring your self with emotions
Overwhelming you with feelings
Lust, greed, avarice, hate

You give to the Caesar his wish
Even if it's not his to have
You taint your purity
For the throes of pleasure

The devil is in the details
Look deep and behind
Be vigilant
Lest you be stuck
Wallowing in a vortex of confusion
Lost in tethers you have fettered
In the depths of the dungeon you dug
While listening to the cooing of the devil
And eating from his plate

Forgetting that

He who desires to feast with the devil requires a long spoon

African proverb
Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

The Brain

There in it sits 
In the holiest of the holies 
High up in the vault 
The cranial vault 


Dishing out info like a boss 
Every other organ must succumb 
Bodies and bundles 
Wired in electricity

Grey white and grey
Inside out or the converse
Compact but delicate 
A fusion of the advanced and primitive
Rhinoencephalon to the neocortex

A brief look at its superficial covering 
Shows you 'mountains'and 'valleys'
Even the Grand Canyon cannot rival 
Gyri. Gyrating elevations with streams of Cerebro spinal fluid in the sulci 


A deep look.. Initially confusing 
Reveals the most amazing arrangement of structures 
A beautiful design 
From the frontal lobe to the and olfactory bulbs beneath 
To the parietal lobes with the motor and sensory areas
Temporal lobes for speech and hearing 
Memory deep within the hippocampus 
And the seat of sight as far back as calcrine sulcus of the occiptal lobe 
Deep within is where it's hidden your emotions emanate and your personality shows.. The hypothalamus 
Sexual misbehaviour /behaviour is controlled by the Amygdala.. Kluver bucy comes to mind

Wanna know more follow the link www.juggernautbnyusuf.

Laveda:
Nice one.

Thanks ma'am

Heavy steps approached, my heart beat raced, he was coming. The boogeyman was coming.

Shivering, I braced myself, I recited my mantra over and over again, "relax, he will be done soon", I got ready, I pulled my panties, and spread my legs. He staggered in drunk and reeking of cheap Kai Kai, "aaangelinaaa" he screamed. "Oya open ya leg, the thing dey scratch me " I feigned a smile hoping he wouldn't get angry I was frowning or too serious. I still bear the marks on my back, finger scratches, biting, sometimes knife injuries.

He's a demon, a sadist, my sorrows bring him pleasure, my tears inflated his masochistic mind. A loser, a good for nothing, a community certified laughing stock, a pathological drunk. I was cursed with this man. I keep wondering why?, what wrong must I have done to deserve this? This daily torment?

I have prayed, I have fasted, I have visited priests and priestesses, I have laid curses, made voodoo sacrifices, used many charms, but he just wouldn't succumb. Night after night, sober or drunk, smiling or angry, he would come, and come. Leaving me used and sore.

I laid there as he staggered in, I knew what to do, I had planned this all year, I had prepared for this, I reached under my pillow as he straddled me, I allowed him to ease into momentum as he oscillated like a pendulum Bob. I closed my eyes as I visualised the scene of the movie I intended to reproduce, I felt for it, it was smooth and razor sharp. I stared into his eyes, he smiled.

In a split second I went for his phallus and my kitchen knife descended. A clean swoop, I castrated the bastard. His phallus still between my legs I ran as far as my legs could carry me. .....

Believe!

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When black isn't black
And the whiteness of white is gone
When you struggle to find the grey between
Believe

When thunder rumbles
When the clouds are pregnant
And you are out in the cold
Believe

When infirmity befalls
When the body rejects
And all strength is gone
Believe

When the life becomes hard
When cash becomes scarce
And your pockets run dry
Believe

When your heart is ripped apart
When you sit lonely
And tears descend in showers
Believe

When the sun is gone
When darkness befalls
And it seems morning will never come
Believe

When you have toiled
When you have suffered
And everything just doesn't work
Believe

Believe
For after every hardship comes ease
Believe
For a soul is never burdened with weight it can't bear
Believe
For the morning will come even after the darkest night

Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Www.juggernautbnyusuf.

Narrow mind

Narrow mind
How narrow can you get
How narrow is your narrow

You hallow in your narrow
A Furher in your own right
So full of self
With naught of worth to share
But narrow views of prejudice

Oh! Shallow mind
Locked in the gallows of your narrowness
Your empty bellows cannot forge

Merry go rounding in your cage
Remaining in the box at your age
Blind to the stream of wisdom within which you wallow

Tears for you my friend
For these are words I cannot swallow

Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Narrow mind

Narrow mind
How narrow can you get
How narrow is your narrow

You hallow in your narrow
A Furher in your own right
So full of self
With naught of worth to share
But narrow views of prejudice

Oh! Shallow mind
Locked in the gallows of your narrowness
Your empty bellows cannot forge

Merry go rounding in your cage
Remaining in the box at your age
Blind to the stream of wisdom within which you wallow

Tears for you my friend
For these are words I cannot swallow

Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Abeg make Una no vex... Since na the kings of poetry dey here make I just drop this jagbajantis for here.. On top the "Enemy" matter

Came smiling
Took my pain away
Gave me everything
Took it all away

Docile and sheepish; me
Wise and crafty; you
I knew it
The little man within nagged about you

Closer and closer you came
Stimulating and entering
The happy host; I was
Doors wide open; hell! I beckoned

Relaxed, in euphoria I basked
Oblivious and ignorant
Adamant to the pleas of my cerebrum
I listened to my cardiac muscle

You took it
What I could have given for you
What I could have laid at your feet

You took it
For naught but pride and vengeance
For something committed from ages past

Confused as realization dawned
Knife in the jugular I realized
What a bumbling idiot I had been

Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Guise

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So I thought
So I saw
So I believed
A fake

Layers and layers
Hidden behind curtains
Different shades and colours
Wolf in sheep's clothing
Deceit and lies

But your enemy
My friend
Time
He's here
He's been here
He's always here

Biding himself
Time peels
Time errodes
All your lies
All your acting
Leaves you naked
For all to see

Naked and disgraced
Without a guise

Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Believe!

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When black isn't black
And the whiteness of white is gone
When you struggle to find the grey between
Believe

When thunder rumbles
When the clouds are pregnant
And you are out in the cold
Believe

When infirmity befalls
When the body rejects
And all strength is gone
Believe

When the life becomes hard
When cash becomes scarce
And your pockets run dry
Believe

When your heart is ripped apart
When you sit lonely
And tears descend in showers
Believe

When the sun is gone
When darkness befalls
And it seems morning will never come
Believe

When you have toiled
When you have suffered
And everything just doesn't work
Believe

Believe
For after every hardship comes ease
Believe
For a soul is never burdened with weight it can't bear
Believe
For the morning will come even after the darkest night

Juggernaut Bn Yusuf

Narrow mind

Narrow mind
How narrow can you get 
How narrow is your narrow

You hallow in your narrow 
A Furher in your own right 
So full of self 
With nothing of worth to share 
But narrow views of prejudice

http://www.juggernautbnyusuf.

Thanks a lot

Vigurl:
the last stanza spoilt d poem... the first stanza is lovely though as regards d almajiri poem

Narrow mind

Narrow mind
How narrow can you get 
How narrow is your narrow

You hallow in your narrow 
A Furher in your own right 
So full of self 
With nothing of worth to share 
But narrow views of prejudice

http://www.juggernautbnyusuf.

abbas99:
Guess driving an drinkin is WHISKEY

Whiskey especially at the bend on route 33, maybe I'll rather walk like Johnny Walker

FelasShirt:
Hey.
Joined approx. 2 minutes ago, so I'm not exactly familiar with the way things are done around here, but I figure the essence of posting any piece of art/literature online is to get feedback, so...
What immediately sticks out, aside from the excessive angst, is the rather clumsy prose. Poetry is music, music has to have rhythm "point fingers and throw eggs, jeer and boo... " limps. it doesn't flow.
As a whole, the piece comes off as a bit incoherent and manic... I'd go into more detail but typing on mobile is a bitch.
Cheers.

Thanks...