Peculiar

Moral of The Story...

We all should be mindful on how we conduct ourselves in such a chaotic society...

To every action, leads to a reaction. Whether it be of benefit, or consequence.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T... Begins with self.

And when one lacks it for the sake of others, they possess it even the less for themselves.

Deficiencies... of moralities is what ails a fool.

Their anger is blind and yet boastful, diving head first to the flames.

One should learn to refrain from even their own inner despite. unless they give another the power to master their destruction.

Take heed...

That the life we spare, just may be our very own...

Jen'uwin Mor c2019

A Beast Of Survival

My spirit has risen from the ocean graves. Then walked upon the ruddy sands... Recreated from the mud that's worth more than gold. 

A born descendant of a regal inheritance. A found treasure in a land of the lost, filled of ghostly pirates.

But ironically, they must think that my value is worth more, being buried alive.

But life has no true meaning in the grave. And darkness will never conceal the light of briliance.

So, I fought my way out, kicking and screaming. Now they have deemed me stark raving mad. only wishing that I become trapped inside their open cage.

Robbed of all that would entail a breath of life. I said life!... truly is for the living. Yet feeling deprived even the strive to live is an atrocity.

In the midst of their malelovent shcemes, forbid that I be, one amongst the living dead. to be as such, is to be as a breed of abominations.

I hear whispers in the winds telling me to breath...breath...breath.

A Ransom for None

Their faces were never placed on milk cartons.

Not a reward offered for their return.

The children that went missing...

Became the lost.

So, who can search for them, that they may be found?

When their identities have been ransacked by thieves.

Who can call for them, that they may answer?

No longer do they know their names to take heed.

They have been changed and replaced with foreign aliases.

So, who does the children know to tell?

When their native tongues have been ripped, torn, then forged with a lingo of a savage nature.

A language full of barriers.

It's wake up time!

Do you know where the children are?

They're being raised in the house of horrors, by thier captors.

In the land of gallows, as they bear thier crosses.

Whipped... beaten... and chained...

Now... they have taken on the brutal ways of them...

Soldier (excerpt)

The clouds of darkness invade the night

Its shadows still lingers the day.

But beyond the skies... I see the guiding light.

It warns me that something is coming

And I can feel it in the air...

But greater is HE that is in me,

Than he that is in the world!...

Jen'uwin Mor c2014

Prepare People!

I witten this back in 2014. it's a very lenghty story.

6 years ago, I felt something in the air.

6 years later... that feeling is even more intense...

Prepare People!

The Wiz-Dumb of Fools

Fools see and hear no evil.

As they believe in their hearts that it doesn't exist.

They say that you can't fight hate with hate.

So I ask...

Does not blood meet blood in war?

Does soldiers lay aside their weapons in the heart of war, to give salute to their enemies?... Forbid not!

Does these fools not see the many wars that are waged against the children of the sun?

It winks at us with a kiss...

As them that hate us... wax pale.

They are sore vexed... stark raving mad!

Yet they fail to understand what ails them, as they foam at their mouths like rabid dogs...

I despise them! And rightfully so.

They prey for the spill of our blood...they seek to devour our flesh, to crush our bones.

And our ashes... they wish to cast in the flames so that we are no longer even a memory.

Enticed by our Golden Brown Onyx that provokes their moral de...

Trial By Prejudice...

"IN GOD WE TRUST"

Read the writings on their wall.

But what "god" do they proclaim?

Because my accusers are before me with false accusations.

While yet, even they are offenders of severe charges.

But I, I am guilty until proven innocent.

But will my day of vindication ever come?

Them that hate me, sit in the seats of the jury.

And their judge honors his power of injustice, possessed with a Diabolical pride.

They are not in favor to prove my innocence, in which, will oppose to their corrupt institutions.

A travesty of justice!

They fight against my right of sanity, with cruel intentions to crimminalize me.

And through their own immoralities, they wish to demonize me.

So they proceed with their malicious verdicts...

And as I turn to face my attempt assassins, I see the assembly of soulless pits from the...

Forsaken Jewels

The whore is admired... desired... and esteemed.

Even dogs are allowed to stray,

Only to return with fleas...

And still... they are welcomed back with open arms.

Forgiven... and they are loved.

But the Women of Zion are "forsaken"... and despised.

Without cause or reason.

They have no protector... nor guide.

Their men have dranken from the witches brew.

And their unnatural crave for "STRANGE FLESH"

Poisons their bellies.

Their spirits wanders and are deeply under a dark spell.

Though bone of their bone... and flesh of their flesh...

They are the only men on the face of the earth,

That have lost their "NATURAL AFFECTION"

For the daughters that resembles the women that

Bore them from the womb.

And they boast in their acts of betrayal with spite...

Such Abominations!

The Cycle

When visiting a doctor for the first time...

He/she will ask of ones medical history.

They will ask does any diseases run in the family.

And if so... which diseases

And just who specifically, in the family has had it.

Because physicians are aware that certain conditions are passed on through the bloodline.

Well... that's only the physical philosophy to such aspect.

But there's even a darker conflict of interest that afflicts most... if not all of us within our spirits.

Even in the womb the spirit of oppression can be passed on to an unborn child.

In that womb... the child bears the burdens of their mother.

And can become wounded by the resentments of their father.

The sins of the father (mother), can be revisited.

Are there no consequences to our many wrongs?

One reaps what they sow.

And if/when the roots are unhealthy...

It...

The Ghost of Innocence

The other night...

I came across a picture of myself when I was a child.

And as I stared at my four year old self...

I must've become mesmerized by the innocence that gazed from my bright eyes.

Because I blurted out a simple but very loud "Wow"!

My 16 year old niece that happened to have been there,

Said "aunty... you good"?

I responded by just passing her the picture.

She literally screamed... then yelled

"Omg! aunty you was so adorable"! Repeatedly...

I chuckled at her dramatic reaction, while SMH...

And for a brief... I had a moment of nostalgia.

It had given me, somewhat of a breeze of peace.

But forever reason... I slipped away to my bedroom.

Closed the door... sat on my bed

As I continued to stare at the little four year old me.

Captivated by the innocence that became as a ghost that...

Her Moral Compass

A poor woman's wisdom is disregarded.

And her gift... is despised.

The testimonies of her beliefs

Are likened to a child that's captivated by fairytales.

Her hopes... are but a symbol of folly

Even amongst the biggest of fools.

And her faith is scorn to mockery.

To them that hate her...

She stands as an idol of shame.

Her passion is rationally insane.

Because even in the dawn of days,

She awakens with much sorrow

As she discerns the many deceptions

From the angel of "light".

And in the darkness of night...

She sees the hidden shadows that lurks therof.

To be awaken...

Is to be in a constant state of rage.

But her anger is a necessity.

Used as a weapon of defense and survival.

She understands why the caged bird sings.

And in such a cage...

She mus...