Barnabas Markus Atsen
Biography of Barnabas Markus Atsen
A christian, son to Rev. and Mrs. Markus Atsen. Was born 17th september 1988. Secondary School at Government science school kuru. Curently a student of theatre and film arts, university of Jos, Nigeria.
Barnabas Markus Atsen's Works:
None yet. But coming soon is, 'something in me'
Barnabas Markus Atsen Poems
God Is Not Religion
God is not Christian, he would've slain every Muslim. God is not a Muslim, christians would've long been gone.
2 In 1
I can eat with you, I can drink with you. I can wear your best choice of hue; I only need from you a good clue.
Wonderful 'morrow, Old and narrow. As the next scene, You can't be seen.
Oh death! Thou art a murderer! Thou have killed my maternal mother; Thou have killed my father's mother And left my father's - father's fate in the hands of faithful grief.
The sycamore an iroko wood is, To gaze at him I climbed; 'Thy den I'll go! ' said he. I felt joy, I smiled, I laughed;
Could This Really Be Love?
Could this be love Humbly laid on a bale of hay, Entertained with sweet bray...?
The accuser, as a toddler, Was told horns has he. Sly tongues and vamp' bats His agents are;
Journey Ends 3
Nearer I come, closer I come. To your love I come, in your arms I fall.
Journey Ends 2
My journey's still on, my decision is here. It is a too wise, too nice decision;
Journey Ends 1
My journey! my wanderings! My delusions! my dilemma!
</>Innocent child! Tomorrow's leader. What wrong have I done To die as a crushed tree leaf?
Akuben, the shadow of night; Akuben, the shade of light. Elegance a measure has not, Lest she a glimpse of it.
She Have A Wife
A date she rejects From a cute dude: 'Oh crumbs! ' she said, Collapsing into giggles.
Neithe of us have no reason To treason though imprisoned. Yes! Incarcerated in our house
God Is Not Religion
God is not Christian,
he would've slain every Muslim.
God is not a Muslim,
christians would've long been gone.
He isn't an Imam in a pillard building
furnished with mats - facing east ward;
Nor a relate in an arranged blocks
furnished with pews - reciting a creed.
Never had he held high the banner