Poetry is my turf
thus,I allowed you to serve
I am your lord,and you,my serf.

#GreatestPoemEver

Chelsea&Barça


Chelsea&Barça
Is when a stadium is torn between
The devil and the deep blue *sea
And referees are left solely and boldly
To decide on only what they see

Chelsea&Barça
Is when elegance and eclecticism sits in enmity
And battles it out till
In its entirety or finality


Chelsea&Barça
Is when the proverbs of curse begin
As teams fail to steam and win

Chelsea&Barça
Is a match with no particular price
Yet,everything is priced and staked
Every second counts,the minutes take
As the game changes,and break

Chelsea&Barça
Is when eyes cannot be kept
Of that which it behold
Not for a moment nor a second
Life is defined,is a clinging- hope

Chelsea&Barça
Is only when dark horses stumble
Giant pyramids
For glory sake,in just the name of the highest bids


Chelsea&Barça
Is when brothers dine on tables of passion
With swords and blades
As shades are thrown
And bloods are trade


Chelsea&Barça
Is when the pool of the eyes
Overflow its banks
And men gets laid in ice
For their low ranks


Chelsea&Barça
Is both life and death

Chelsea&Barça
Is certainly the story of the last breathe


#ThePrince
#GreatestPoetEver

©Historian E.Lexano
™Recalcitration With Excellence

But do you not know
That every animal uses
Its name to wall and war its cave,
And that irrespective of its absence* or presence
That cave alone shall symbolize its essence?

what is your place in history?

Are you part of the men
That gladly allowed history
To cloth them in the manuscripts
Or perchance, you are part of them
That jumped and joined the fray
Ignorant and blinded by their very misery
Both hands and legs tied,
As history flawlessly wrote about.

Or
You're part of the men
Those that altered,modified, and deliberately
Changed the drift of histories by writing their own?

But do you have a place in history?
Or you're just placed in history?
Thus,you've missed your place in history
And finally misplaced your history?

So now tell me,
Are you writing your place in history
Or history just placed you in her writings?

Do not walk in the rain and cry
And neither sit in the dark and frown

#ThePrince
#GreatestPoetEver✅

©Historian E.Lexano

I was good at numbers
I was called to count dead
I was good at loom
I was asked to weave shrouds
I was good at tilling land
I was drafted to dig graves

BUT YOU, CHURCH GIRL.


O, you church
Can you not see  the way I feel about you
And the way you make my passions and emotions run
Each time I hear you sings those hymns and pun,
As my skin tingles so aloud, and withers without you?


But O,you church girl
Do you not care to read your bible with me
Or teach me the genesis the revelations bring
So the birds of my faith can again flee,
To higher heights and delightfully sing?


O,you church girl
Do you know in my sleeps last night
I dreamt about your naked body whole,
And in the realism of that beauty, you sprite
A mystery ride of endless rolls I knew not how to control?


O ,you church girl
Have you not read how perfect
I described and expressed your thighs in the rhymes
Of an unravelling blouse-poem with respect
To how I want to draw your body and climb?


But O, you church girl
Will you not follow me to where I live
And learns why Ieft the holy books in dust,
Just to hunt and drink in the gold-lust
Or will you not ask about my broken beliefs?


O, you church girl
Do you not understand my pagan madness,
And how murderously I am rooted in this world of sadness
Doing the rights in the wrong
And thinking this home I shall ever belong?

*
But O, you church girl
Take me with you for down the hill
Of my heart lies the most insidious evil
Seducing me to either steal or ****
Leaving me now broken, tattered and shriveled.