why?
why do we always think we have more time?
as if the ticking pounding at our door went silent...

for just a few seconds...

we thought we had all the time in the world
but the ticking got louder, and louder
more violent every slam of their fist on love's door
and one day... the ticking stopped
the door caved in
and our time ran out

the part that hurts the most is that
i thought we pull our universes
and collide them into one...
together...

CAN WE TRUST FLESH?

Frank and sincere l have been in life.
I can't do what provoke doubtful strife
In the mind of those too little ones
As that will lead them to full ruins.

But the mettle of my heart is strict.
I want all my thoughts to be exact.
Don't give me a part of what l love;
Give the whole or it to hell you shove.

Flesh, you can't convince me of your state
As time to a servant you abate.
How can l place all my trust in you,
And little worms will all your might chew?

Days are passing and flesh gets too frail
Slowly to grave it crawls like a snail.
Hope can't be sought in flesh or its might
As it's hopeless those weak worms to fight.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Sometimes you have no reason to stay,
and realize that's a perfect argument to go.
And that taking an entirely new way,
is the sore but single method to grow.

If you're washed-on abeyance's bight,
and you feel decision's heavy heft:
To choose the left where nothing's right,
or go to the right where nothing's left.

Remember it matters not where you proceed,
or which mountain you want to ascend.
It does not matter whether you succeed,
it is the journey that matters in the end.

MY  CHOICE

All my heart is yearning for that  faith;
Show me that life has an endless path,
And will endow what l'd love to gain.
Then l'll do my best it to attain.

I'm too weak; please send me Your life rope
Which can lead me where l get great hope.
Life has frightened me by its cruel death,
And You have defeated its grim wraith.

You are known for Your most tender heart.
Don't leave me alone in this hard fight.
Just a cue from Your finger, my Lord
Can cheer all my life in this mad world.

Lord, l choose Your light to clear my way
And to show my path by Your bright ray.
No ray pulls my heart except Your own
Shown by love of Father and His Son.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TRUE LOVE

Love, you are my soul's most freshing breeze.
You can help my soul to flow with ease.
You make me forget myself and think
Of her tender eyes and charming blink.

Love, you make me sail on seas so sweet,
Not minding strong sharks or hostile fleet.
Just to get a glimpse from her dear eyes,
That make me live far, in depth of skies.

Life and soul get cheap just to please her
Not caring what in return they stir,
Yielding all that l have, in her hand
Nothing for all that, l will demand.

I give all my life but never ask
In return, a gift or any task.
All my aim is seeing her quite pleased
Living all her life happy and eased.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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