"bacame" poems
Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes
Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits
Customers of differant types some casual, some suits
Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots
One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door
An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for
We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw
Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a *****
Every time we went to clean situations would get worse
We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse
A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse
***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse
The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank
Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank
Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank
***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* ****
We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb
knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime
That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time
His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime
We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt
Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front
Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt
Keep your wanking to yourself and **** off your ***** ****
We don't care how many times, or how much you try
There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye
Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie
That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie
We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch
And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his *****
We're not your pleasure ****** when you've got that certain itch
Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch
It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross
Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss
So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios
And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
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
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
it's flattering in all the ways that i could fathom you could mean it
my seams, you have seen them,
and still you remember what they look like
it doesnt take me being talked into sending you naked pictures like i did you
for you to understand that sometimes, in the middle of the night, i wake up bare
looking for something, someone, alone, scared
to go home
because i dont know just where home is anymore
that occasionally, i arise with tick tock tears in my eyes
feeling like i am running out of time
like every time i have held my dreams in my hands they have fallen apart
simply to be replaced by somewere else to start from
you know that i have turned countless treasures through these fingers
let each one slip through like grains of sand
my hands bacame an hour glass
and each one seems like just a sliver of quartz that has passed
shifting for its place to be taken
by grains that are shaken loose
by hopes for the words "i love you" to be true
See, i dont want this to end with me blind
i want to have learned my lesson
by the time that i feel my heart's last pressure
compression, spread through my chest
i want to have understood
that each piece of sand that slipped through was not a loss
but simply fragments of glass
falling into the haphazard mold
of the key
to the lock
that i had always been looking for
It was love, each one, each kind,
it was love that opened the fragile door
the glass, the glass, was not just shattered on the floor
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
I didn't wake up like this ..its the mirror I stared myself at while asleep it given me a different view of who I come through . I saw durt . I bacame dirt. I acted dirt. But its when I learnt a mirror shows you a reflection of who it wants you to be , by showing the image it has planned for you
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Do you feel how broken we are ,
Both of us miserably broken .
Yet one is trying to hold the other ,
And the other is trying to figure out his own .
How unfair this love has become .
You just whispered to me you love me ,
And I've made you my soul .
I didn't want this kind of love .
Where you'll push me , stab me with silence everyday .
And whenever you want to love me you'll pull me closer .
But have you even realise every single behavior of yours was a slap on my face .
I could see where the cracks and how my love for you is seeping through my fingers.
I wish you were here to give me hand to hold that love .
You're were so much to me , how much was i for you ? Don't say .
I was knitting this beautiful love around you but when I look back i saw you unknotting .
I was giving effort and it bacame effortless to you .
I love so easily i just can't get over that easily .
I will never forgive you for loving me and making me feel unloved .
I will never forgive you thinking that I will get settled with someone else easily .
I will never forgive you for thinking that I will unlove you easily
I will never forgive you for thinking I will move on easily .
I will never forgive you for thinking that I can replace you with someone else .
I will forgive everything that hurt me , how loving you hurt me , i will forgive everything about you. I just can't forgive your thinking .
I love you but I can't go back where respect does not dwell .
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
When the sun will sets from the east
and will rise from the west,
when the love will surpass the hate
and the hate will seald into a black box,
when the winter bacame summer
and the summer winter,
when the children will discover happiness
and the happiness will originate from them.
Then the war will end forever.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:34 AM UTC