Time is less,
it’s grip doesn’t last,

Time is less,
Each tick tells
a tale of the past,

Time is less,
but swift and steals a nimble stride

Time is less,
a rushing river, and it won’t wait,

Time is less,
an hourglass,
it keeps waning till you’re late.

Time is dust,
and memory unborn

#ThePrince🤴🏽

Countless,
I have been fractured and made frail
On the lines of love,

First, it seems velvet, I'm rolling, then to the ground,

I have lost my crowns,

This love a thing, has always seem
A battle for me,
Blood on every side,
And I have fought longer than
The Night of Long Knives

Why does love always seem like a war for me?
For even when I find a rose blooming in a cold,
My stars shiver and fall, love trolls me
Yet in its embrace, my warmth unfolds.

Whether in hopes or fears
I've desired always and again to offer it a try,
I know love doesn't come easy,
But sometimes, we re-live the best when we die,
Love has a shade, not of gray but of a shadow-shy,
Of whence destiny and worlds unfold
So no matter the gloom nor eclipse,
My love shall sail smooth, rough skies.


#ThePrince🤴

Whether in hopes or fears
I've desired always and again to offer it a try,
I know love doesn't come easy,
But sometimes, we re-live the best when we die,
Love has a shade, not of gray but of a shadow-shy,
Of whence destiny and worlds unfold
So no matter the gloom nor eclipse,
My love shall sail smooth, rough skies.

#ThePrince🤴

I know I left you wanting all for it last night
And it's such a shame,
How I poorly but paltry performed to your fierce delight

You were all hot and glittering,Then I doused the flame
Producing a woefully 45 seconds quickie game
I wasn't fortified, and failed to ****** thru them" tight

Behind my walls of guilt, I lay a self-fight
Why didn't you moan nor call-right my name?
I know your friends know, and I sense their spite

The name taggings! Oh how my shame rises to fame.

Beaten, bruised, brushed _ diminished
Tossed, turned, tainted and blemished
But for you and I
He had to go over his limits
Became lowest and his powers denied
Such a rare love from the start to the minute
And a passion so pure till he FINISHED!!!

love !
keep loving
tell your heart desire!

love
has no mouth
but speaks for its self.

love ! soft love
you will get,
but try harder,
and the real love you will get.

Before,
Poetry was a young Bride
Blindfolded only to bath
In a bouquet of bellflowers and an emerald of bracelets
Built for bloom, and built to bring bliss to her groom
But now it's born and baptized in belligerency,
Like a bag of bullets ready for ****** battles
breaking bridges and  burning the old barbaric norm,

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

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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
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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.

.
As if
The first time
Mine eyes beheld on you
I became clueless but in full hallows
You won my soul
And offered me that which seemed
Like a religion to worship and swallow


.


~
As if
Ever since
I called on the gods of courage
To help me pour out
The depths of my feelings and admirations
You've awaken a
new magic in me
As I easily curls
the fragile syllables
into sweet poems of lactations



.
~
As if
I am homeless and melodramatic
A wandering spirit cracked in delusions of nine
For its still a wonder,of how I know
The wheres to find you and think you're mine



.
~
As if
You make
Me want the **** night
To kiss the tender day early
For each time,I steals your amber-vanilla smiles,and keeps
With just a glance,and paints them in my sleeps
It makes me feel my bed as roses and
wine




.~
So Hello!

Spencer

Silence is gold,but I can keep it no
more
Just teach me
How to turn six as nine
And you as mine



as if

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The world has played me
dull pleasing as a poet,so my
words alone celebrate my works

The world has played me
dull pleasing as a poet,so my
words alone celebrate my works

through the colors of others
we painted either our gory or glory
and defined the oblivious self


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The
Stars are drowsy now
So let me tell you two or perchance
Two and more heroic folklores

Let
Me tell you
How my soul descends
Amidst the Nile river and wend
My way through the vallies
As I scramble in the brambles searching for thorns to write on the wild emotions

Let
Me tell you
How sweet I ******
The blushing rose just for the milky lines and rhymes

Let
Me tell you
How I finds myself submerged in the oceans
And drowning and drowning
In my delusions and affections

Let
Me tell you
How I smile every mile I gets whiles I write
And childishly engraves them in every word I fetch…
To be cont….

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∆
Against the rules
            We
Fought but tirelessly
Harrowing the sanctuaries
That gold our passions

∆
Against the rules
           We
Fought arrogantly and carelessly
And wore gallantly pride with fashion

∆
Against the rules
            Our
World was a war
And our hearts,a battlefield
Adorned with stardust of endless fantasies
The only sense that we fee led

∆
Against the rules
              We
Stood on the edges of our love
With unrestrained actions,a glove
And predilections fold

∆
Against the rules
             We
Bruised our love,a thousand times,and many
So pathetic,domiciled in the fouling
It left us penny

∆
Against the rules
            We
Kept still in shelves
Gild with paranoia
And wither optimism ourselves


∆
Against the rules
                We
Failed our love
Brim fully with the tests
And staunch childishly
Waiting for who to make amends first


∆
Against the rules
                I
Carved myself in this cages of poetry
And branded exquisitely with the oratory
That reawaken but to quench
Your rebellious memories in me

∆
Against the rules
                  We
Hid diamonds in shadows
And fooled our love a place to lay abode



Against the rules

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®P°h°D Poetry

○
I go incircles for the clock is in twelve
Abusing the moments Yea! my time pendant
Thus,restraining your blemish the prudence to blot

○
The sweet sweet lullabies, and the soothing words in shelves
Keep echoing my heart,how susceptible its to the rots
I made you my queen so you took me for a treasured-peasant

○
You plagued me your freights
And left me in the dark,passions drunk in passions,its was all lust
When I fell flat to your vintage-wine dust
So day after day,and night after night,you rouse me to blate
The thousand tempest tears
That noveled the stories the wretch fear-ed
But,though I'm lost in lust, and of no home
You mean everything to me,so I shall still search,for you,my throne






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It's a sonnet...14 lines
Divided into six lines○sextave
And 8 lines ○octave

○
My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery

○
And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory

○
Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings

○
Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving

○
In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides

○
You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride

○
The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry

○
But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried

○
A Sorcery Captive

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○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○

○
The
Erecting
Inquisitive petals
Settling in the creamy-gray aromas
Of these Arabian desserts
Undresses the tales of the scheherazadian nights bare

○
Let's follow suit
Let's not cloven ourselves afar
But to mix these cold breezes and tales
With strawberries in treasured jars
Let's mar the very decorum
Painting to desecrate the sanctities here

○
Let every dripping sweat,be sultry
To make pools on these desserts tonight
For every minute counts
Every sigh amounts
How our mouths seek to melt astray
The wild flaming incense within

○
Honey!
These beds are full of roses
But know and learn "I'm Roman"
So Let's recite The Hail Marys
Counting every star
And dream but to embrace the heavens tonight

○
For the world is blind,but here his eyes

A Night In Arabia

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The
Repentance of her lips
To a kiss,Lingers still

           ❣
A flowering thought
Blossoming barren pictures
Of cubes I craze

           ❣
The ringing bells
Of whence the mind contends
With the trace
And hide distant
In the cups of the echoes

           ❣
That moment
When she funeral her passions
And boiled her innocence
On the coals of the coast
             ❣
The best,but again the worst still
These solitude winds can caress now

10:30 Flash


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Finally Am Back..

Happy New Months To You All

Wild



Every noble and tender touch,resonant
Loud my skin,dripping and caressing
You set me apart,_desolate


As I slip through your fingers
I swear against the violets,I swear against the oaths
And my spirits search,_it lingers


Roaming on me,you're a drowning champagne
And I war with myself,I war against my flesh
Hidden in closets,as if I am threshed


You makes my past a dead,Yea!swallowed in the graves
And you take me high,the heights of the rains
So drill with me or I deal with you


Wild

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The
Drowsy dews
Engraves your name
Boldly amid the thorns of chilled~roses

■
So
Twerk nobly
And roll the blue pigeons
In me for trophies

■
But then
Let's marry together our lips
But to share,a sweet reverend kiss
And tune these red~roses blanch

■
Feel
The stars move
Roundabout my head
And together let's hold the rainbow
Splendour by sight

■
Toll
My hands
For every tender touch
But then,fathom deeply all the blush in me

■
Wrangle
Vanilla your arms around my neck
And rouse me to fear
But jocund,when I look into your eyes
Yet,impregnate me with your celestial desires

■
Civility!

You
Make me wonder
How you solemn calm my sighs
Of which haste in pants

■
Indeed
You are a sober tigeress
Misspoke of your elegant prowl

■
But now
Turn off the lights
And loft me the ranks
Of melting naked incense
And let's depart with a serene~peace

Beginners

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she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●
■
Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips
■
Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige
■
Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes
■
But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings
■
Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections
■
She is despotic but decent
SADIST
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I
Shall
Pick myself with the ashes
Of these rhymes

And
Saturate my cavity walls
With the very of your smiles

Although
I feel no crush into pieces
It seems
I'm way-lost in these puzzles

Yet
Sweet nostalgic hymns
But I feel like I'm moving circus in oxymoron
I'm walking over hills the rains
Yet my head twirls beneath the vallies

I
Am confused
Like any of these
Falling stars amidst the universe

But
How do I fuse
These words you speak in obscure
A piece..

I'm confused anyways

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she
Eats mine emotions
And mars my veriest heed
Her arms is a fortress,a congenial devotion
The cannibal of whom I find peace
But certainly,the no creed
I inhere to●
■
Her
Breath speaks severity
But of fortune prudence and quietude
She sinks me the depths of her whims
Yet,ludicrously of null whips
■
Her
Eyes eclipse blunt my sights
And rancour the rhymes of my visions
But then,she is the fair breed of gleams
A pleasant hue of sparkles I beseige
■
Her
Tender tongue carriers coals
Of undying vengeance
Of which every touch trembles
Yet even as so
It feels finer than rosy Arabian night breezes
■
But
Her crest which be the counsel
Of which the wildest devilry passions is seeked
Chides and macerate my mastered pettings
■
Yet
She sets tables in her thighs
And serve the most but motley affections
■
She is despotic but decent

SADIST
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I Felt●

How
You curled
Your hands from the heights

Did instigate●

I
Felt
I could fly and catch your smiles
I felt I could fly but to that mile
Just like the kites●

In
Endless fantasies
I clench myself like colourful crayons●

But
Someway,somehow
I felt each had a riven beak
And foil me
To print the picture of these delusions
So bright●

Now
I feel am right,and myself
Waving back to the same heights●

I Felt●

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Hanging Ropes

                     Mine heart
                   A solitary room
But of shadows and redundant dust

                      Mine heart
       You've set on a play Judas dart

           The forbidden walls
       Your hanging cute portrait
Every glimpse of you,is a vision doom

               You're killing me
          But the deeps inside me
    Of where sorrowful blood flows
            You pause my pulse

      You leave me with hanging ropes
          You're an aeronaut
You make me fly but with froozen feet

              I'm comfortless
You've brimmed my soul with tormenting maggots
But I shall lie in peace on these ropes,a piece.


Hanging ropes
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Mi Chica Española

Novia
Your body a rose
But a full bloom sanctuary
Of goodies

Por favor me perdon

Good deeds I mean

Catch
My starving lust
You a saucy serpent
But then a saint
Wet my lips a kiss
And quench their dryness

Hiss
Into mine ears your secrets
Canndie
I mean candidly
Woo!
I lied,what I meant was candies

Shhhhh!
Just sweet my tongue your candy
And salve my sores
For amidst my fantasies
I hold a thought
Yea,the ****** your lips bring,as you licks
         Por Dios
This
Is what the oceans call tender
When they row at the banks

Violeta
The desires you print in mine eyes
I mean not the color
Lo siento me olvidé
You're a scholar,I should know

Now
Drench me depths
But so abyss your Eróticos
And dignify mine passions
Dignify my decays
With the very romance your language cuddles

Gracias

Mi Chica Española

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O
You
Queen of Carthage!
Kiss me dearly
Through the violent storms
Mediterranean warrants
And be over me a watch
Like a lion and her cubs from the Atlas

O
You
Treasures of Masaesyli!
Bid me whole a glamour
Like colourful radiant orchids
Baked to bask
In the light sunset sheds
And price me golden amongst there is

O
You
Sweet olives Massyli begets
Feed me reverence the drops you hold
And lay me affectionate a sack
In the mild winters
With my soul a serene-calm

O
You Tripolitania!
Posit me shields
And hearten me as not afraid
The swords squatters lift
To jealously pierce the beautys I own

O
You
Tender night breeze of Cyrenica!
Solace my melting lips
When the dessert roars
And gentle my hand with seven kisses each

O
You
The pleasing of the heavens!
Idolize me like the Maghreb


Make Me Idol

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Even
So as
Ardent leaves
Shall a day
In the coming be melt
Outrightly of its crisp
By the burns of the fitful rays
And be plunge gray thereof
To splinter its debris to the dust

Or

Even
So as
Gold glitters
On the alchemy
Of the finest platinum
And shall beguile treasures
But
Then
The flicks of time
Shall come and gratify pale its sight
And quench all allures

Yet
As so
All these lushness
Might parch and be not anymore
I tell you most frankly
The steam of our friendship
Shall be not likewise
Neither
Will their end be ours

Even
When
The sun
Be gloom
And the years sleep blind ever
Shall our bonds
Illuminate the world
The perpertuality we holds

This I say
                And this I lay


Happy Birthday Evelyn Baining
Much Love,Long Life Happiness

What I say,And Lay

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No Goodbyes

Tonight
The pores
Of this bed
Shall unleash
Streams of sighs
Like one of the stricken storms
Of the summer
And
The very
Of a cold
Shall twice
Smoother its naked whole

Even
On the
Most part
Where we kindled our impiety
Or
The centre
Where we rowed and cloven
On to each other
And inflamed ourselves with delirium
Will not be left alone either

Sleep
Shall be
Belch on the outskirts
Of the ceilings
By the rains of my tears
And in their moist warmth
Shall I seek solace for your absence

Alas!
That which I hate
Had come again
To take the honour that dignifies me

Verily
Many parts
Of my bones are broken
And crushed into many piece
Yet
All for a reason,You

But
Then
Even as I
Watch you leave
I shall still hold on to the ticks of time
Till you retrace your steps back
For I know this no Goodbye

No Goodbyes

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I
Swear
Tonight
I shall slay gravity on this bed
And take thee
High and higher unto farther skies
Or probably where the ozones touch not

There
Shall I pull
The migrating moon and twinkling stars nether
And plunge the whole universe gloom
For
I shall
Unleash my golden acts and play thy hormones right
The landmasses shall grand marvel
And bind themselves with our heavy petting

I
Swear
Tonight
I shall awaken the demons within thee
And make you croon the melodies of seduction
That echoes on the beaks of the most pulchritude parrots
For
I shall
Make thy mind tread on a pilgrimage to wander lands
And rent the cloak of dolour
To shame amongst thine emotions

I
Swear
Tonight
I shall devoid my tongue
Of the most decorum and taste the dregs
Of thy skin
And cause the grand sacrilege to thine holy grounds

For
I
Shall make thee vulnerable and restless
Yet very robust and creep into thy soul
And calm the yelling taunts
To an eternal repose
For
I shall feed thy famished emotions and desires
To satiety and drown thee in the abyss
Of my love
And bury thee in their cabins
With the feathers of the eagles

I swear tonight I shall

I Swear I Shall
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I
Must say
You're best
At how you beat me
With the very bit of mine imagination


For
A second
You make me
Want to think,I'm the greatest amongst your enemies
Yet
When I
Grasp you in mine arms
And proximate you on me
Shall you quiver yet not so long
And shall gasp to kiss on my lips


Truthfully
Now and then
Shall your sighs puzzle me
And for every bit voiced
Cram how you had want to gulp me
whole inside of you
And even how you can't live without me

Yet
I'm cloack
With remorse
For I feel I make you a bully of my love
And
Each now and then
Will  I listen to the words
You say and purge their fairness
To the very syllable

I
Had
Believed you whole
And mine eyes shall flood with tears forever
When I heard you say
He always make you ebb through
The beautiful blues skies and make you want
To catch the golden sunset
When you two make love
I
Had
Even believed
You thoroughly
And had sink into wild waters
Or probably drown into the deepest part
Of the abyss
And rest myself there
For an eternal self-torture
When
I heard you say
His touches make your heart beats faster
Than the rhythms of love played by a ghost
On a magic lyre

But
Then
Every word you uttered
Was a false figurine in your eyes
And
Again
By and by shall I peek the verity
They cloack your soul with
Like what they say
"The window to every soul is the eyes"

But
I may
Had Believe the very words
Your  tongue chimed
Yet then
I trust wholly in the verity your eyes spoke

The verity your eyes speak

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I
Must say
You're best
At how you beat me
With the very bit of mine imagination


For
A second
You make me
Want to think,I'm the greatest amongst your enemies
Yet
When I
Grasp you in mine arms
And proximate you on me
Shall you quiver yet not so long
And shall gasp to kiss on my lips


Truthfully
Now and then
Shall your sighs puzzle me
And for every bit voiced
Cram how you had want to gulp me
whole inside of you
And even how you can't live without me

Yet
I'm cloack
With remorse
For I feel I make you a bully of my love
And
Each now and then
Will  I listen to the words
You say and purge their fairness
To the very syllable

I
Had
Believed you whole
And mine eyes shall flood with tears forever
When I heard you say
He always make you ebb through
The beautiful blues skies and make you want
To catch the golden sunset
When you two make love
I
Had
Even believed
You thoroughly
And had sink into wild waters
Or probably drown into the deepest part
Of the abyss
And rest myself there
For an eternal self-torture
When
I heard you say
His touches make your heart beats faster
Than the rhythms of love played by a ghost
On a magic lyre

But
Then
Every word you uttered
Was a false figurine in your eyes
And
Again
By and by shall I peek the verity
They cloack your soul with
Like what they say
"The window to every soul is the eyes"

But
I may
Had Believe the very words
Your  tongue chimed
Yet then
I trust wholly in the verity your eyes spoke

The verity your eyes speak

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Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to show thee the estates and isles
Of the heavens
For
Thy name shall I crochets in their capitals
And let the
Unheeded and hidden secrets
Of each one of them in thy palms

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to buy thee the charms of castles
Lying cuddly on the cosmics
For
Thee shall be my god and thy servant shall I become
And perform all thy whims to the very last syllable

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to clad thy soul with garments of the rainbows
For
Thee shall gloss and *****
The sights of crafts
Running on golden asphalt
And make them collide with the pillars of the rays

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to get thee the finest jewelleries
That sparkle better than the figurine of the stars
And on thy finger
Shall I sit the most piety of all diamonds as my theme of love
And make the angels glower with chagrin

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to teach thee how I brew the storms and weathers
For
Your care shall I leave the whips
Of the recalcitrant thunders
And make thee assimilate them with thy counsel

Let's
Go for a walk
Down the higher spheres
And I word to lay thee on the hallowed beds I nursed
There
Shall I leak the ***** of my prowess
Into thine ears
And lick thy feet,showing thee the heavens

A Word For A Walk
To You Getrude
So much love❤
©Historian E.Lexano

O,
Ye samaria
Harken unto us,
For this is how far the Lord has brought us
"We Gehazi"

For
By our afflictions
Did thee left us
In the stench over the gates of the city

There
We sat in our rags
And wobbled in the burns of the fiery sun
But
When night invaded the peace of the sun
Was the burns gobbled wholly
Allowing the malicious cold breeze
Pierce through our bones and marrow
Like the arrows of the syrians

Yet
Now and then
Will thy hearts
Befriend compassion
And serve us with the remains of thy garbages
And yea,
Their pungent aroma we gasp with delight
And although,it came with a bruised satiety
It curbed our curse and anxieties
We were wasted,yet death feared to waste us whole

But
In the times
When thy comforting abundance
Was clutch and struck by thine enemies
Did thy desperation for quench
Plunge through our lungs and stomach

Like
Thee,we were hoist by famish
Yet exceedingly
And our souls will bleed relentlessly
When we prayed and wept

"Why sit we here until we die"

There
The spirit of the lord
Descended in our midst
O,we unclean
And made us more valiant than thine armies
We bacame conquerors of thine enemies
When
We stride
Through the valleys
Of the shadows of death
And every step we made scaled our breath
Yet through all,and Truth
His rod comforted us
And oblivious of our fate
He set banquets in the tents
Of our enemies
Our rags did he made the finest robes
And in our care did he bade their luxuries

O,
Ye doubtors and despaired samarians
Harken unto us
For we carry the glad tidings of the lord
Behold!
Ye all on this day
Shall witness the great abundance
Of the lord
And testify his mighty works for all

UNCLEAN
2 Kings 7 vrs 3
©Historian E.Lexano

On
Days
Like this
When the deep blue skies
Shed their clouds
And made love to the horizons
Shall
We lay
On bedrocks
And lash our feet
Into plunge pools
And
Watch
Vuluptuous waterfalls
Walk elegantly down rocky staircases
And
Make
Mockery
Of the blue pants
The waters wore

There
The thunders
Will leer through the skies
And try to catch a glimpse
Of our foul acts
And
Even become
A parodist of her cuddly winks
And
There again
Become a beggary
Of my artistry,when I wove her eyebrows
With flowers

Moments
Like this,the rainbows stun with brilliance
And the umbra and penumbra
Will glare resentfully
Then
She will
Treasure me
All her secrets,dreams and fears
On the ***** of my tongue
I
Remember clearly
Like the romance played
By the moons at mars
When she said"without you,its hard to survive"and blush
And
I had tell her
All the tales of love from Adam

Yet
How sad!
When time gulp
Beautiful memories in haste
Like a drunkard
I had died six times
Till she came and breath life
Into me one more time
Yet
Today,I wobbled solo
To these environs like a jittered cheetath
Truly,I had cheated

O,
How I wish
I can wash her off me
Her touches,her tastes and her smells
But someway I'm cowed
I might drown,and lose all hopes
Of beholding her sight one more time

I
Have no peace
And all prayers
For solace suspend
Beneath impervious clouds

Now and then
Will I starve silly
At motile moons and stars
With a little hope of her sight one more time
I'm caged in her absence,yet I lay in no cage
Am wholly buried yet I lay in no pit

Cheats

©Historian E.Lexano

Years had come,and passed by
Like staggering waves
Rolling on troubled oceans
Yet,through all these years
You never bothered to look for
Or even called to ask
If am living or gone
When you know,
Now and then,will my ears ache
Just to hear your soft soothing words
For every word you have  uttered then
Had enlighten and brighten my days

I become totally a foolery of your glamours
And you managed to mesmerized me  by your magic
Then you spellbounded me by your stout love
No wonder,every thought of you
Excites my senses

But
Realizing how cruel
Love had grown these days
i sit in utter amazement
And watch red candles burn
As their wax falls and bades farewells to theirselves
Then i remembered the first day you said to me"I love you"
I've searched thoroughly
Through all books
Of distinguished literatures
Sciences and even religion
And leafed through card of motley sizes
Just to convey my deep-seated feelings for you

But
It saddens
Me so much
When I hear you spews
So much hate for me now
When you seat In the midst of your friends
Yet
All I had done
Was to love you wholly
And I still do now

I've become brittle
Like a rusting alloy
When thoughts of you
Drift through the lanes of my mind
At dawn,when I lie alone on these
Wilderness I call "bed"

Though
I know not much
All I know is am left
With the remains of your emotions
And I'm oblivious of their sojurn


It's
So hard to see red candles
Burn throughout the night with no end
When the flames whirls
In the midst of darkness and part off

For
What is it to be in love?
When all what
It brings is nothing but grief
And swaddle your very last breath
At the tunnels of it exit

Swollen sense
Yet full of nothing
When I stride in the darkness
Alone
With timed-bomb candles in search of what seems to be golden

Midnight Candle
©Linda Amony & Historian E.Lexano

On
Days
Like this
When the deep blue skies
Shed their clouds
And made love to the horizons
Shall
We lay
On bedrocks
And lash our feet
Into plunge pools
And
Watch
Vuluptuous waterfalls
Walk elegantly down rocky staircases
And
Make
Mockery
Of the blue pants
The waters wore

There
The thunders
Will leer through the skies
And try to catch a glimpse
Of our foul acts
And
Even become
A parodist of her cuddly winks
And
There again
Become a beggary
Of my artistry,when I wove her eyebrows
With flowers

Moments
Like this,the rainbows stun with brilliance
And the umbra and penumbra
Will glare resentfully
Then
She will
Treasure me
All her secrets,dreams and fears
On the ***** of my tongue
I
Remember clearly
Like the romance played
By the moons at mars
When she said"without you,its hard to survive"and blush
And
I had tell her
All the tales of love from Adam

Yet
How sad!
When time gulp
Beautiful memories in haste
Like a drunkard
I had died six times
Till she came and breath life
Into me one more time

Yet
Today,I wobbled solo
To these environs like a jittered cheetath
Truly,I had been cheater

O,
How I wish
I can wash her off me
Her touches,her tastes and her smells
But someway I'm cowed
I might drown,and lose all hopes
Of beholding her sight one more time

I
Have no peace
And all prayers
For solace suspend
Beneath impervious clouds

Now and then
Will I starve silly
At motile moons and stars
With a little hope of her sight one more time
I'm caged in her absence,yet I lay in no cage
Am wholly buried yet I lay in no pit

Cheats

©Historian E.Lexano

On
The counters of poetry
I dock and lock myself
Then
I scope on the bottles of liquors seductively
And spellblind by their syllables
I took the shakers and hybrid
The Similes
The Onomatopeia's
The Nemesis'
The Near-Rhymes
And The Triadic-Lines
Then I gulp fourteen shots of Sonnets
From my paper-glass
And glug a paradox
Or a foil-sigh
Trice,
The knots
Bundling my eloquence
Will exonerated itself
And torpidity will cuff my consciousness
And the droplets remains in my paper- glass
Will impel me
To quest for myriad of them

I'm not drunk!
I'm not drunk!
I'm not drunk!
I
Will slur
With half an eye open
As if the other is broken
Stock on a comedy chair

Then
When the
Limbs of time tread
Will I rush to the counter
Like the athletes at Olympia
And hybrid
The Blank-verses
The Alliterations
The Limericks
The Litotes
The Aporia's
And The Dysphemism's
And
Gulp countless
Yet measured shoots
Of Ballad,with my paper-glass
And unravel the oratories
Of sacred secrets,eclectic enchantment and regrettable reflexes
Aside,or injects the world
With my rugged pins of eruditions
Bestowed in me by the liquors of poetry

I'm not drunk!
I'm not drunk!
I'm not drunk!
I
Will slur
With half an eye open
As if the other is broken
Stocked on a comedy-chair

Again
I will rush
To the counter,and hybrid
The Exaggerations
The Personifications
The Imageries
And The Caesura's
And
Gulp uncounted shoots
Of Epic's from my paper-glass
And
Eulogise my steam and wit
Yet,I'm drunk
And deeply drunk wholly
By a might that mortify me so much
That I've become a slave
In the awe of my servitude

Now and then
Will I weep and wail terribly
Each morning,each noon,and each night
For the great demise of myself
And for an emancipation
From the perpetual counter-cells poetry
I'm drunk,and deeply drunk by poetry.

Deeply Drunk
©Historian E.Lexano

Irene-Spring

Like
The spring
Thy radiance
Has befallen at sunrise
On all,but pulchritudinous flowers
And in reverence for thy elegance
They spin their colors so brightly
And beguile butterflies from motley races
Together,
Like a choir,
They croon sweet birthday melodies
Penciled on petals and sepals

Thy
Benign breeze
Prance on all surfaces
Of the earth,

And
At sunshine
It poise on the wild waves
And placidly vault their prowess
To sack ;then obligatory
They croon sweet birthday melodies
Penciled on the golden sands

At twilight
Even the vehement volcanoes
Clad themselves with serenity
With thy presence
And croon sweet birthday melodies
Penciled on the hearts of molten rocks

But
When darkness
Finally succumb twilight
Will moonlight invade their shacks
And allow the nightgale
Croon sweet melodies of birthday
Penciled on the slates of branches for thee

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET HEART


IRENE-SPRING

©HISTORIAN E.LEXANO

H-Hail! Hail! Hail!
  A-All cuddly aquiline butterflies
    L-Limbered and croon
      I-In the midst of Eden
        M-Mirthfully like the hallowed angels
            A-And soar high beneath the curled clouds

H-Happily the withered grass and flowers
   A-Awoken,and laid out their hearts
     I-Imperil before the rays at sunshine
       L-Languidly,to ink modish Ballads
         E-Eulogizing thy charm,thy steam and thy wit
           Y-Yes! Yes! Together the whole universe yodelled for thee

Halima Hailey
©Historian E.Lexano

In
The hours
When the lips of the rocks
Were gummed
The howling waters
Wore the garments of tranquility
And laid allay

We
Stood on the waters
Head truss
Like a petal and a sepal on a stalk
We spoke no words
Yet our minds
Understood the language of the heart
The burning flames within
And the sparkling urges

Then
I lurk through her breath
And stole her soul
Together our spirits went aloft
Over jaundiced shadows
High and higher to the clouds
Till it gulp us onto the universe

There
I tucked her arm onto mine
And walked her
Down the aisles and palaces
Of the planets
Jupiter was no more,but Johanna

Then
I sat her on the hallowed throne
And touched her hands with the smiles of the sun
With the candies of the moon
In her mouth
One,two,three,...
I counted the stars
As my parole of love

Infinte Parole
©Historian E.Lexano

So
Wilt thou
Let the cold storms
Maul me for our miff?

And
Wilt thou
Watch me drown
In thy angered roaring waves
Of love,for my frailty?

But
What wilt thou
Do,when thine anger
Is hence,and see my corpse
Couching in the cabins
Of these vitriolic waters
With my crust pare?

The
Pox I plagued
On thy heart,I plead
And for mine equally

I
Am a man
But a slave
In the grisps
Of the dim-light of jealousy
And I laboureth its whims absurdly
Day in,and day out
When my sight
Clutch them,hovering around thee

I
Love thee more than more
And it maketh me jealous
Am jealous,am so so jealous
I want thee for mine own
Just mine only

Yet
I know not
How to stack thee
Nor idolize thee wholly
This is my frailty,and I know

But
I plead thee
Leave not me alone
Like a falling rose
Rolling on the boulevards


Jealous
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