What's past is past
I'm not looking back
Neither should you
I don't care what you've done
Or what's happened
Sure, you've been shattered
But so have I
I'll hold you when you cry
It's no trouble
I'm capable of helping you through
          Resilence
It's what I do
Simply who I am
I'm strong, I withstand
I love wholeheartedly
         Giving my all
I'm offering it to you
Take it or not, it's still yours
Give me some time
I can offer you even more
          Eyes closed,
I dream you say yes
Don't think about it too much
Don't second guess
I may be tough
But I'm not sure how much more loss I can take
My sweet poetic friend
So true to word and flow
The raw grit and emotion 
It's attractive, you know
I'm not sure where this is gonna go
Just don't say no
Don't walk away like those before
I'm asking for friendship, no more
              For now.......
I'm just here for you
Honesty in poetry
What we both do

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

They say the silence is deafening
But I wonder how that can be
I don't think I understand the meaning of
silence

How can you hear the silence,
If it has no voice, no echoes, no sound to follow?
Coming up with nothing when ricocheting with nothing
Isn't that what silence is? Nothing of sound produced

Sincerely I hope I hear the silence
And I catch myself, just before the resilence
Silence is nothing without loneliness
Lots of nothing, for nothing

a soul betwixt the moral outlet plunges to the depths of the sea in sin
after careful examination cadence erupts to taunt the young man's soul
like an ox going in for a **** his stems for passion to endulge in love
soft music with the lighting of a candle too hard to handle now

his heart permeates a state of being inside her as hands are clutched tightly
forget the night & the day is far spent out of circumstance to take part in the dance
a beacon of love to a hurting soul in need of pleasure yet will the glue hold
torrents of rain outside shudder the quaint existence of the house's frame

love is the very fabric of his existence learn to shun each resistance in every curcumstance
breath deep my love for tonight we will take part in pleasure to the early dawn
the smell of sweet body odor as we plunge into ****** onto the ******
took a drag of a cigarette to vent things through my head

left in the daze of a cordeal impulse that ensued
still I was in the mood for more
we enjoyed each others fill in surprisingly triumphant courage
to muster the resilence of our exquisite taste of brevity

my heart sunk in ******* fervor onto the duration of the moment
thoughts of birds flying over my head in exquisite fashion for the moment
the taste of her lips sweet caress of her tongue
furtherance of *** plunge into a harvest of twilight

on the edge of my seat I see a ball in the corner of my room
silently I whisper a tender phrase of sweet harmony
tonight we revisit the love's destiny to what we were waiting for
lest I implore another opened door willing to explore so much more

we finally yawn and start a fire in the fire place
a lasting glo that we shared with the memory of our love
sealed with the ornament of its timeless clarity
pressed between the world i know and the one I wish to go

Murmuring thoughts seeking resilence
On their path of success
Was a big bold statue armoured
By tricky sheets of paper,
Destining them to a short term 'fate'
Beautifully named as results!.
The more they step towards,
The more they get haunted!
The more they were asked about,
The more they were  taunted,
By their loved ones,
For this heavy wall of "Results"
The more disheartened they become,
Trying and trying  to climb these walls,
We often demoralize ourselves,
When deep down we always know
That it is only us
Who can,and who should
With tools of joy and courtesy
Can find a ladder,and get across the wall,

So,
In this journey of learning,
Sometimes ,
Its okay to be confused,
Sometimes,Its okay to tremble in fear!
Sometimes,its okay to fall of the ladder of success
And yes sometimes,
Its really okay, to try and try

What do to when time is suspended
Not by my own admission
Where fates kickers
Tell and teach
For when
We are told
To exercise
Patience
And Resilence