What I do at night
Is visiting the Zypher domain
To strengthen my weaken heart
By communing with the moon
The reason filled with your thoughts
I wish our shadow meet
At the path aisles to the Royal shrine
The gulf has grown between us
Come wind! Go and bring her here
Pouring the juice to her ear
To paint her lips with oil
And heal her pale.
All alone with the talks
My friends said am crazy
The city felt sorry, odious price
Oh! Am I really an oaf?
I care never to know
But the stream I visit understands
My exhausted carbon grows wings
And carry my code to the tree
I hope one day
She will sit under that tree
Near the beckoning stream
And the moon will open its eyeball
There, she  will hear the discuss


By St. Ylexinho
It will end in praise
Forever young!

Dearest Love

My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu
Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth
With the micro-pores  breathing fresh air?
Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl
Do that pink lips exist fresh?
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, laid a glowing teeth
Set of bullets in your arsenal booth
How many times has your tongue
Licked my coy blushes?
Oh! That damning eyes of yours
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty,
As recorded to me the smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.
My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours.
Have you ever felt same as I
Ploughing on our twins day
My lay ups, your dunks
On spirit court we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon
God be with us till we meet again
My naming-sake got this
Adewumi *Adewale...


St. Ylexinho

My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia 
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu

Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth 
With the micro-pores  breathing fresh air?

Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl 
Do that pink lips exist fresh? 
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, queued a glowing teeth 
Like bullet set in arsenal belly.

How many times has your tongue 
Licked my coy blushes? 
Oh! That damning eyes,
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty, 
As recorded to me smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.

My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours. 
Have you ever felt same as I 
Ploughing on our days
Moments we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon God be with us till we meet again.