Josh Berry World

Tell Africa Tis of a truth about Africa, An idea seducing my ear at the eventide: He's a dwarf Bearing a gigantic burden, Dazed by weariness, Betrothed to heaviness. Diverse folks standing beyond the margin, Admonishing him: 'Move, Move, harder, harder', You can get here, if not faster', Come, ho! , slower, slower, Strangle the motion, trials're better. But could he move? The burden stayed his leg: You want a proof? Ask the bird! He being a cubits above the earth, His burden 105 cubits preparing his death. He bears the burden Or his burden bears him: Burden constituted with junks: A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung. Tell Africa, Even say to Africa: 'Unburden yourself: Put down the burden, Untie it's knot yourself, (For if another hand does, you'll be in power bed-ridden.) Search it's content, See if all are gold, Shake off the useless, Consciously re-tie the load. Then, bear on the burden, In decades, you'll get ...

An Adeiu That Hurts Yes, my sin swallowed me; Like the toad-the adder's meal. When first you summoned me: Even of your love to feel. Loan was your Love and assests; You'd siad; 'Maybe he'll be an asset'. But after the Lent love laced with life, Pride weighed me down with strife: Pulling me off your standard. Scourging me even with your absence. Thy soft palm seasoned with fragnance, Elating my heart, ushering me into a trance. The smiles of your face glazed with honey, Sweetening my soul, costier than money. The lyrics of they words, Ringing yet, whipping my ears for the odds. How can i get back on the stairs; I'm made equal with tears. Even if not to fill the former field. Just let the torn soul again mend be. Come again, ho my princess: How long will you scold me with your absence.      17: 14: 11: 10: 00 Adeyemi Joshua

How I Wish I wish I was there,  To have you in my arms,  Frightening the fear,  That had caused your heart harms.  I wish I was there,  To kiss away the pain,  From the lips of the fear,  That had you in sorrow lane.  I wish I was there,  To threaten proud sorrow,  With the force of care,  My shoulder would not borrow.  I wish I was there  Looking into your pupils,  "I do love you dear ",  Such words killing your worries.  I wish I was there,  But I' am not,  Yet I'm with you there,  But you know not.  Geliebte, nature will rethink,  Ayomi, harsh times will retreat,  Ifemi, sorrow will skedaddle,  And joy will be left with me and you.  Proud season shall mourn itself,  Her siblings to her be cleft,  While we our joyful joy proclaim,  And gracious Yahuah to praise.  Loads of kisses on lips,  Burdening the heart with...