Kikodinho Edward Alexandros

Sep 2018

Crow

How shall I tell with tinseled word
The beauty that is thine
Can tongue so rough or phrase absurd
Express creation divine

If thy hand by chance would brush
Then clouds, course as gravel fly
Lest they be touched and with jagged husk
Disgrace the vaulted sky

A glance be cast from thine eye alone
The sapphire brought to shame
Must steal away no more than stone
Its blazing fire tame

Remove thy veil, thy countenance revealed
Glorious Sol his face must hide
Averting his gaze, his luster concealed
Giving place of pride

Should thy lips favoring, a kiss bestow
Rubies abased, on bended knee
Acknowledging a hue beyond that they know
Become versed in humility

If poor verse could induce thee to concede
One exquisite facet of form or face
Then thine eyes and mine should be agreed
Upon thy incomparable grace

#love #beauty #devotion

Sep 2018

mer

Your Eyes

Your eyes aren't just brown --
They are the shade of running deer
Of sunlight on bark
Of stones under a clear creek
Of crispy autumn leaves
Of warm, sweet honey

Your eyes, they twinkle back at the stars
They light up like the sun when you smile
They look at me with kindness
Your eyes are something else.

#eyes

Sep 2018

Ameliorate

When love becomes an unwelcome ghost

Outside the leaves turn yellow and I’m struggling
My mind becoming my enemy, replaying memories from a time which doesn’t exist to me any longer
Two years ago we became one, something I never imagined
We spent days and days together until you asked me to move in with you
Two years later and five months since we broke up yet it’s all I think about
Cascading liquid tears fall from tired eyes as I remember the life I never wanted to leave behind
My eyes are mourners, dressed in black visiting the gravesite of what we were, together
Each blink is a silent goodbye to pieces I’m still not ready to leave behind
How do you stop loving someone who gave you everything and seemingly took it away just as fast?
Those moments my heart remembers despite fleeting time and energy
Fall apart, fall asleep and dream of then when leaves changing colours meant falling in love with you and building a family.
A family I still see almost every day, but it’s no longer mine.
So yes, five months after the fact I’m still coming to terms with you being gone.
Feelings I cannot control and memories hovering like an unresolved ghost.
I am haunted by what we were and the fact that you can still look me in the eyes after the way you left without a second glance.
Twenty-nine years old doesn’t make heartbreak any less significant and difficult.
Perhaps someday I’ll be able to make sense of being alone.

#heartbreak #ghost #loss #tears #sadness #seasons #change #alone #truth #unfiltered

Sep 2018

William Blake

Reeds Of Innocence

Piping down the valleys wild,
  Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
  And he laughing said to me:

‘Pipe a song about a Lamb!’
  So I piped with merry cheer.
‘Piper, pipe that song again;’
  So I piped: he wept to hear.

‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
  Sing thy songs of happy cheer!’
So I sung the same again,
  While he wept with joy to hear.

‘Piper, sit thee down and write
  In a book that all may read.’
So he vanish’d from my sight;
  And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
  And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
  Every child may joy to hear.

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Sep 2018

Far Over The Woods Shadowy And Old

Far over the woods shadowy and old,
Beyond lofty mountains forlorn and cold
Where leaves by no wind stired sway,
There we must seek our enchanted gold.

Though dwarves in dungeons of shadow
Hanged them as dew drops by the bough
And casted spells sharp as the sun's ray,
We must seek our gold ere old we grow.

Through brier, yonder vale, yonder hill,
Yonder beyond many a whispering rill
Where songbirds lament the olden day,
There we must away ere time stands still.

Far over the woods shadowy and old,
Beyond lofty mountains forlorn and cold
Where leaves by no wind stired sway,
There we must seek our enchanted gold.

Through peculiar caverns dim and deep
Where strange lonely things dost creep
Forevermore as waves towards the bay,
There we must boldly ride ere we sleep;

In Nineva, to win our long-stolen gold
Beneath botomless vales forlorn and cold;
Where creatures lugubrious night & day,
Far over the woods shadowy and old.

©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
3rd. September.2018.

#Tales Of Nineva

A song sang by Kiko and his men whilst passing through a peculiar wood on the quest for enchanted treasures.

Days back whilst in a bus from Seattle to California, I came by a verdant wood floating upon ever rolling hills in the state of Oregon...and upon feasting about her in her lengthening shadowy flock of emerald green, been compelled to accomplish this poem which I started penning a while back whilst touring Zanziba islands grandly floating far off in the indian ocean by the east African coast, in Tanzania.

Nineva is a magical kingdom in Kiko's legendarium, a miscellany of tales of mystery and maccabre like you've never heard of.