when I saw you,
my mind flew like a bird,
I couldn't think,
nor reason,
neither could I utter a word,
I grew goose pimples
all over me,
and mesmerise your glamour,
watching you pass-by

The mirth crease on my face,
Are the traces of scoff,
Laced in my heart,
The oath I swore,
I hold with pride,
And the throne;I shall surely ascend,

For in their minds are nefarious surmise,
Bequeathed by their fathers,
As an epitome of my exactitude,
And in the reverence of their supposed lore,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
The webs I cast,
And crown the ravens on the orbs,
Somersaulting the flamboyance and alluring sciences,
In the follies of their fantasies and lust,
Their souls are clipped with taint claws,
And shooed into my den,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their temples and synagogues,
Are my dote ravens,
Quoting the collars of their scriptures,
And stalking their honored lingo,
In their desperations for excellence and deliverance,
Their minds and sight,
Are bewitched with elixirs,
To their satiety,
And drove in slavery,

'He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their moments of quandery,
I hover on the corridors of their thoughts,
And whisper the "B" plans,
Brewing the animosities and cruelties among theirselves,
Carving justification for the aftermath,
But still;"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

Apostrophe'
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R-Risibled whenever love is talked about,
I-it sounded absurd with its famous oratory,
T-Truly love makes the world goes round,
A-Abstrused when men engaged in its bout,
E-Even exasperated with erudite poetry,
N-Notably elated with the sight of wounds,
A-Ad-hoc by love on victims faces,
M-Malice became how I defined its basis,
A-Adamant to my concepts but when I meet you,
H-Heavens opened and brought me new wisdom,
O-Obstinate character bowed before you care,
R-Resplendent by your affection it faded my philosophy,
T-The thought I have is now taught by your trust,
O-Over the moon I stand to proclaim you're my light,
R-Riveted in your arms;now I lie forever,

My Confession
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Brethren Hear This
〰〰〰〰〰〰〰
Brethren but why doubt God's prowess?
Even the devil knoweth:He is the creator
And the Greater,
High above in Heavens is his palace,

Creator but created suffering not,
He has counted and recorded your wailings,
And has weighed all your fraught,
He standeth at your door:Knocking and Waiting,
Why not answer his call?
Open your door to him:And seek solace,
Cast your burdens on him:not one but all,
For he cares;the bible speaketh his promises,
Like a police;He watches and enforce them,
Go to him brethren:And see his splendid gem,

A Poem Written By
©Historian E.Lexano

For your name,
                            Your name I've inscribed
                                                 On the slabs,
                                            And kept in the
                                 Pyramids of my heart,
              For I know the murderous rains,
                                         Would have stab,
                         And eventually wipe away
                                         If art in the skies,
                               Or even under the sea,

                           And if futile in his malice,
   Would have informed his overzealous
                                                         brother,
                                To shine more fiercely
                             In search of your name,
                        Through caves and jungles
              And if found;bungle it with heat,

                              And if both prove futile
                                             In their course,
                Would have emerged and fuse,
                                                       Their zips
                             And rust your name off,
                   The gold and diamond plates,

           But your name is safe and carved,
                                Deep within my heart,
    And the tremors of my temperament
                                         Have part in awe,
                                           For even if I die,
                                                    I die with it
                                                      As my ally,
                                                     In a battle,
                          Johanna❤

For your name,
©Historian E.Lexano

What you do to me.
When I saw you,immediately,the sun fell on you,
You caused a penumbra;And gloomed me,
I saw nothing but you,
When I saw your robe,my eyes blinked not,
Neither did I reason,
Nor utter a word,
But when I saw your face,I spotted your optimistic smiles,
They gave me a word,
They said "Don't be afraid"
When I saw your eyes,they glared at me,
And wiped my fears,
Now I see but only you,
When I saw your hair,fluttering in the breeze,
My heart danced with delight,
And mimic the moves it did,
But when I gandered at your bust,down to your ends,
I felt the heavens;And promised to sin no-more,
When I saw you jaunty with flair,
I surrounded everything I had,
And worshipped your grounds,
Now I plead,pleading to the world,
Pleading to fate;And to myself,
Please be mine.

What you do to me.
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano,
February 22,2015,
All©Copyright Reserved,

You're the best simile,
                                      You're like the nile,
            That jaunts elegantly through the                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     .                                                          Valleys,
                                     Into the great lakes,
                                           And breaths life
                       To the horn and the basins,

                                  For even your anger,
                     Is like the exuberant floods,
                                   That leaves rich~silt,
                       In the hearts of the gullies,


                                            Your resilence
                                      Is like the seedling
              That blossoms beautifully in the                                                          .                                                   Harmattan,
       And shy away the dusty trade winds,

                       For your throne is patience,
             And your feet rests on tolerance,
                   Out of your words is the light
That illuminates the mind and thoughts
                                                         Of kings,

                                               Like the eagle,
                                        You've flown high
                       And higher above the skies,
And your compatriots perches on trees
                                                    And leaves,                                                                           .                  Mesmerized at your prowess,
  Panting cowdardly impuissant to catch                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      .                                                                  up,

                 You're like the mystery victory
                  That has failed all replications,
                                    Through out history,

                                 You're the best simile,

                                     A Poem Written by,
                                  ©Historian E.Lexano