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as i fell in love
you started to take control of me
you were suddenly released into my veins
in my bloodstream
flowing through me
thoughts of you
were spread throughout my body
putting a smile on my face
butterflies in my stomach
shakiness in my hands
and goosebumps on my arms
you are a piece of me
a part of me
i feel as if
you make me whole
i put my happiness in you
and that's where i went wrong
now
the feelings are even stronger
and to an even greater extent
and now
my frail and fragile
glass heart
is in your hands
please,
don't let it go.


-a.r.
not finished
 Mar 2015 Modern Serenity
R
that I'm still alive
That song ****** me up
A Fool In Your Love,
You're gone but here,
Here and near,
Right here on me,
All these ***** stamps on me,
Were embossed for the good memories you gave,
The pains I endured,
Were all for you,
Every single pain was with pleasure,
The smiles and laughter you brought,
Was worth twice the pains,

You were my god,And my gold,
My breath,And my home,
You were world,And it was pleasant,
But until you change and left,
I have been like an orphan-peasant,
Left alone in the claws of these memories,
To be  tormented and threaten,

But why must you leave me?
Leave me all by myself,
When you know,you are all my~help,
What happened to the promises we made?
When did they fade?

For you the world now hate me,
Everybody hates me,
And I hate myself too,
But now I will die,
And die as a fool in your love,


A Fool in your love,
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano,
©March 24,2015,
As we wander through the dunes rhythm,
The blistering sun jaunts across,
Exhibiting the elegance of the sanguine sands,
A ravishing roots of colours,
Whirling on the Sahara,
The beautiful blue skies,
Their true reflection,

With delight we trail from audaghust to the inlands,
In a waddling gait,
The heavy luggages on humps,
Are the loads of luxury bade by kumbi saleh,
The camels and jockeys pride themselves in it flamboyant environs,
And our thobes and keffiyeh makes merry,
In the breeze of sacred grove trees,
Mesmerizing the aesthetics of Arab architecture,

Treking through the routes of Tjilmasa to Tehrent,
In the comfort of the oases,
Replenishing our thirst and fatigue,
With benevolent breeze from palms and peaches,
Glancing at the magnificent mirages pearls,
We sight the atlas mountains,
And its Maghreb,

Caravan
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano
©March 8,2015
this poem is basically about the aesthetics of the African landscape...specifically the maghreb,Sahara and the sudanic belt...it also throw light on the caravans of camel in the 1st century A.D
Obsession,
Quarter pass eleven at night,
And no sign,
Nor even a sight of you,
I have run~out of clues,
And don't know what to do either,

The lights are off,
And fright is now my cloth,
Where are you?
Where have you been?
Do you know what am going through,
And within?
Please don't keep me waiting for long!,
Am fed up with these love songs,
And long for every bit of you,
And huge,

I want you now and here,
Like how you do it right,
Every night,
Like a good student,
Learning all my spots;And touching them right,
Kissing my lips and neck,
Then through my cleavage
To my toes,
And whispering your ***** talks,
Simultaneously peeling my frock
And pants,

As I pant to the jingles of your breath,
Moaning and groaning,
Whiles you caresses my edges with your fingers,
Hitting ******* peak,
And the pleasure lingers,
Shouting your name,
Over and over again,
Begging and asking for more,
where are you?

A Poem Written By,
©Historian E.Lexano
®PG Strictly advised.
In a world filled with,
Boisterous lads,
Vivacious girls,
Who would see our lonesome wallflower?

In a world filled with,
Discrimination, anger and carnage,
And people who are so savage,
Who would see the kindness,
Who would see the sweetness,
Of our lonesome wallflower?

In a world filled with,
Superficiality, selfishness and disdain,
Where soon humanity shall not remain,
Who would see our lonesome wallflower?

People see what's outside,
To them, exterior is what matters;
Nobody can see the substance inside,
Of our lovely, lonesome wallflower!
There are so many voices,
Telling me about their choices,
Their words echo in my ear,
Only intensifying the future's fear;

I'm reaching the top of the mountain called childhood,
I'm growing up and life,
Begins its own complications;
People start nagging me,
Through their loud voices,
To make my choices;

This or that?
Go to college or stay at school?
Am I really smart or a brainless fool?
Oh God, this is so not cool!

People urge me to choose,
"Darling," they say, "What is there to lose?"
Oh God, I don't want to be forced upon!
Oh God, the childhood days are really far gone!"

There are so many voices,
Telling me about my choices,
I don't listen to them,
Instead, I follow my own voice,
In making my life-changing choice...
I wrote this poem three years ago and somehow, I'm still pretty happy with it because I could somehow write what I genuinely felt strongly about and I could somehow put my emotions into words. Hope you like it! :D
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