Josh Berry World

When a man die, By accident or medium plight. Perhaps crazed by liqour, Or dancing to the jazz of 'Alomo', And his wit lose their wits, Till death he willingly kissed. Or Perhaps, he was blinded by the toil Of sweat of sweet labour, Or venom of sour spoils, Emanating as savour, From the lips of hardwork, Till he mate and was to death stuck. Or Perhaps, fairs of fear feared His fear and his courage leaped like deer, Hopping yonder to the extinct, Till break looses and hell grief. & so, the spirit could not stay longer, After the fright: scarce lingered. Then just as the spirit leaves, Just make this apt speech: "Hey Mr spirit, return to the dead, And refix his boxy suit and dread." & Shikenah* the spirit will return: Haven't you raised the dead in turn? So simple... You can raise the dead on. But well, you must train your tongue.    (Go to school!)     18:10:15:20:47 #magicalpen Josh Berry

Know today that as human... You know only 12% percent about yourself... Your best friend knows 9 percent bout you... If you have two... One may know 5% and the other 4% or equal... Your parent will know 15% percent about you... And others around you will know 14% about you... Sum that 12+9+15+14 equal 50. 50/100... Now the remaining 50% about you is best known to Yahuah... Well, he know everything bout man though But for those who doesn't believe in God... The remaining 50% about them is ruled by their foolishness. 18:10:13:14:57 ©2018

Tis Idea Let's think about what we think about, And see whether they're worth thinking about: Occupying those occupied hearts, Piles of thoughts burdening the heart. Let's think about what we think about, Measuring the width,height- death and sprout. Forgone wishes wished by wishes wished, Yet,'thout attainment, continuing to being wished. Let's think about What we think about And see whether or not, They should have a worth,in our thoughts. Let's think about what we think about, The more we think, more things jeers around?       18:10:10:13:08

Pray, fast, feed on the word. Quarrell, fight, then you can live in the world.      17: 28: 08: 16: 45 Adeyemi Joshua

Life is a tree that grows without focus, A pool that flows without source. Her fruits are dejecting and nourishing, Varying from 'Carbondioxide' through 'Oxygen'. Take life as a rigid rock, Like an egg it'll be mocked. Take her even as an egg, Then she'll prove that she's a furious peg. Life is whatever you think: A classical music in it's brink? She sits at the exit of death, Beckoning to passerbys jailed by threat. Life is the song of the soul, Mending broken heart and battered sole. Life is an episode bewitched with doubt; Afraid of leaving the exit for the south. 17: 07: 11: 12: 05 Adeyemi Joshua

Reader-Response Critical Approach Towards Analysing William Blake's "A Poison Tree"   by  Adeyemi Joshua By Adeyemi Joshua.  In my own view, William Blake's "A Poison Tree" is an allegorical piece: painting a particular picture that  contains another impression or concept, though related to it.     The title of the Poem only already possess a power of commanding and arresting attention. The image of a particular tree that is poisonous is presented by Blake. Perhaps, no one knows whay inspired him to choose that title as what befit the piece ,but prior to this literary theory I.e "Reader-Response Critical theory", laying emphasis on this is of no use because the reflection of the reader on the piece is to be noted and highly revered.      Let the Analysis begins:  Starting from the title,  "A Poison Tree", their is a precise impression it gives to me: an evil tree that has fruits that contain venomous poison to harm . What...