Biography of jodekss gloatkenf
I am an earth-man with an ill-common trait when it comes to having fear and faith in my Father in heaven...I am a black boy from Nigeria and am profoundly proud of that...I mind naught to die preventing the good name of my family and to die and die again, again and again without a gain to respect the name of Jesus christ of Nazareth...the source and the end of everything about me...My cognome, pen name, fictitious numenclature or sobriquet is JODEKSS GLOATKENF but my real name is EMMANUEL KAYODE. I write when I won't write, I won't write when am writing...Shalom aleichem...This world need to end soonest! Care, I do not...I am forever myself, I am sourced in nothingness...but for in every nothingness, there is always something else...
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jodekss gloatkenf Poems
Aye, let me let go what I let in What, leave that and flutter into that filthy gutter Hit it, Heat it
A Dancer's Note Shared By The Beats Of T...
To Adeola On Her
The merry mo has pounced in at last Your birth day resusitated my consciousness from that stony
The Last Nightmare...
The nightmare I'd during the last nap Was so infuriating as of a pea-brained pig pestering To sit with in the selfsame seat I hobbled forwards from my far away facade
They Judged Me Before
Yesterday They judged me before they even know me An ogre they called me In this morny
Morny... Noting these things, is a must for thee See, to me Set down this set down
The 2nd Coming Is Coming!
All man must die but naught all man will die to live again to gain... Nought all, at all will die to gain again... For the 2nd coming is all ready coming The 2nd coming
Life's A Process.
This World Will Never Wait.
Fore For For Ever.
I hail hearts that can still take a sip A nice time to heads that lack a stout shape Albeit, live is a short trip And the world being as a video
Whenever I Ask And Whenever It's Given.
Whenever enquired for more What is seen percolating via dirty scalp used to move beyond manifold When they are in They take charge
Early in the morn this day I woke and saw the sun smiling With her tiny little chums being in the selfsame euphoric state At the same hour
Aye, let me let go what I let in
What, leave that and flutter into that filthy gutter
It's your favourite sweet salad
What! Aye, let me look for a shining shoe
I have got to put on a pretty pinafore
Curveteous sweather with a head cap heading for cold weather