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


©Historian E.Lexano.✍

Finally Am Back..

Happy New Months To You All

I find myself in prison,
Imprisoned by your torrid love magic,
Though I'm been cared for,I panic,
Panicking for my charges of treason,
I dont want to leave your estactic cells,
In your confines i want to dwell,
Now and forever,
For the comfort of your gates,
Holds my shackles and chains,
And constantly depriving me of strains,
Am here alone;and glad with no inmates,
But you and me,
I pray am not arranged before court,
So i wouldnt know my times,
The days,months and years,
But if am sent to court in tears,
I will plead to your jury,
To sentence me for life,
Am afraid to lose your sight,
I cant explain this feeling,
Neither it is tacit,
But where did you come from?
My pretty monarch butterfly,
Even the flowers beseech your proboscis,
The skies rejoice with your presence,
I know words are not enough,
To explicitly express how i feels,
But i pray as i kneels,
My dictions should not bluff,
But carries my feelings,
In humility to you.
@Historian E.Lexano

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,

∆
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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™Recalcitration With Excellence

®P°h°D Poetry

○
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

©Historian E.Lexano

The mirth crease on my face,
Are the traces of scoff,
Laced in my heart,
The oath I swore,
I hold with pride,
And the throne;I shall surely ascend,

For in their minds are nefarious surmise,
Bequeathed by their fathers,
As an epitome of my exactitude,
And in the reverence of their supposed lore,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
The webs I cast,
And crown the ravens on the orbs,
Somersaulting the flamboyance and alluring sciences,
In the follies of their fantasies and lust,
Their souls are clipped with taint claws,
And shooed into my den,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their temples and synagogues,
Are my dote ravens,
Quoting the collars of their scriptures,
And stalking their honored lingo,
In their desperations for excellence and deliverance,
Their minds and sight,
Are bewitched with elixirs,
To their satiety,
And drove in slavery,

'He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their moments of quandery,
I hover on the corridors of their thoughts,
And whisper the "B" plans,
Brewing the animosities and cruelties among theirselves,
Carving justification for the aftermath,
But still;"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

Apostrophe'
©Historian E.Lexano

.
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

©Historian E.Lexano
™Recalcitration With Excellence

○
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

Historian E.Lexano

○Recalcitration With Excellence○

○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○

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

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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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🤴

Brethren Hear This
〰〰〰〰〰〰〰
Brethren but why doubt God's prowess?
Even the devil knoweth:He is the creator
And the Greater,
High above in Heavens is his palace,

Creator but created suffering not,
He has counted and recorded your wailings,
And has weighed all your fraught,
He standeth at your door:Knocking and Waiting,
Why not answer his call?
Open your door to him:And seek solace,
Cast your burdens on him:not one but all,
For he cares;the bible speaketh his promises,
Like a police;He watches and enforce them,
Go to him brethren:And see his splendid gem,

A Poem Written By
©Historian E.Lexano

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 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

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
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

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

©Historian E.Lexano
™Recalcitration With Excellence

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

For your name,
                            Your name I've inscribed
                                                 On the slabs,
                                            And kept in the
                                 Pyramids of my heart,
              For I know the murderous rains,
                                         Would have stab,
                         And eventually wipe away
                                         If art in the skies,
                               Or even under the sea,

                           And if futile in his malice,
   Would have informed his overzealous
                                                         brother,
                                To shine more fiercely
                             In search of your name,
                        Through caves and jungles
              And if found;bungle it with heat,

                              And if both prove futile
                                             In their course,
                Would have emerged and fuse,
                                                       Their zips
                             And rust your name off,
                   The gold and diamond plates,

           But your name is safe and carved,
                                Deep within my heart,
    And the tremors of my temperament
                                         Have part in awe,
                                           For even if I die,
                                                    I die with it
                                                      As my ally,
                                                     In a battle,
                          Johanna❤

For your name,
©Historian E.Lexano

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


©Historian E.Lexano
™Recalcitration With Excellence

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

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

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
©Historian E.Lexano(P.h.D)

How I wish
I had being your brush,
Like I would have smooch
Your lips and tongue
Each morning and night
And spew crystals on your teeth
So you laugh out wide
O!How I wish,

How I wish
I had being your cloths
Like I would have being long
Like a marathon
And deluge all my affectionate~warmth
On your shells
And countlessly tell you
How I adore you
O!How I wish

How I wish
I had being your food
Like I would have broken all the rules embalming digestion
And pace straight to your heart;and embross my name
So you wouldn't forget me
O!How I wish,

How I wish
I had being your cellphone
Like I would have run on a solar
So you wouldn't run-out
And stop caressing me with your fingers
O!How I wish

How I wish
I had being your pillow
And stay by your side all night
Singing all the love songs
Till you wake and smile
At the first crow
O!How I wish

How I wish
I had being your owner,
Like I would have slaved all year
With pleasure but no leisure
For you to know your worth
O!How I wish

But how I wish
I had not known you
Like non-existence
So I wouldn't have haboured
All these deep emotions and feelings
Parasitic on me persistently
O!How I wish

How I wish
©Historian E.Lexano

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●

©Historian E.Lexano

Sometime before dawn
You curls in my dreams
And got me smiling
Like a promenading butterfly
Who aback;sights a garden phlox

I whirl enchanting on my cot
Until I hear the **** crow
And plug the melodrama
Though I wish relentless
I wing my arms like a baby
Thinking about you

I don't know how you do that
Or does it
But it seems you're an adept
Or probably a witch
To have cast such a spell on me

Ton!Ton! I picks my cellphone
And reads your messages
Thought as much,is her;the witch
Who incessantly sparks my match-sticks
And brighten my day

But am cowed,and wholly gobbled
Whenever I reminiscence about the oratories
"Nothing lasts forever"
So now tell me!
Your days and times
The protractions of your sojourn
And let me know"Witch

Though I'm hog-tied for your premium
I'm hog-tied for your rob too

Infatuated by a witch
©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

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

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
©Historian E.Lexano

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!!!

The clouds had being fair
And the birds were chirpy
Soaring in the blue skies;and gyre the coconut trees
While the gently breeze
Blew;and the branches skid
Side by side fluttering
And notably,the birds vocal the ditty of love

She sat beneath
And I laid on her tighs
Dedition like a pet
But as I goggled through her bra
To her face;I met
The frolics of her hair
And fantasized
Till I traced down her lips
As the juices she sipped
Smack dab on my neck
And trail my chest

I grasp her hands and licked them
As she span to mob them
"You're beautiful"I said and smiled
Looking through her eyes
Sssssssssshh!!shut up"she muttered"
She lean and held my chest to hers
And fervidly she kissed on my lips

All at once,the droplets of waters
Dangling in the air
Broke the light
And pave path of the spectum
To flaunt its melange
Emblem on us

That moment she troth
Not to open her eyes
But sing till the sun
Disappear over the horizon

I toss myself
And learnt it was all a dream
That moment,that hour,that minute
I made a wish
Lord I pray this dream one more time

©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 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 me not
like a rose
rolling on the boulevards


Jealous
©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
©Historian E.Lexano

Whenever is ten,
I swear my heart beats faster
Than a drowning man
In the shadows of a gam

The voices that eavesdrops
Are like the devouring poltergeist
In the widerness
At dusk

Goodnight,
You bades it beautifully
Like an Xmas gift
And retires to your paradise
Of roses and candles

As blah creeps on my face
I groan
And croon them like a dirge
And wake nigh them

Singing and singing
Till your wake
But flak out
Somewhere along the line
This is my frailty
I know and admit

Oh!but how I wish
Sleep had being a man
To have bait him
With all the ***
Or all my all

Just a night
That's all I ask for
Just a night with you.

A Poem Written By
©Historian E.Lexano

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.

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

love !
keep loving
tell your heart desire!

love
has no mouth
but speaks for its self.

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

©Historian E.Lexano

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

©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

Million miles away
             I stand
                           Alone like a lone tree
On a desert
                      Apart from thee
                                                   Yet thy love
Sprut through me
                                   And exult my heart
But trickle tears from my eyes

Million miles away
                              I hike
                                        Through the endless dunes to thee
                               All day but day
             When the blistering sun poach my breath
            And gets a quartre a mile
Million miles away
                                 The beautiful blue skies
         Alms me thy mirage figurine
                                                            But enfeeble to caress thy face
                                                 With a short hand
Million miles away
                                  All the letters I indited for thee      
                 And left in the whirlling storms          
                   Went afar but near                                                                                     Into the valleys
                                   And gradually parched my words

Million miles away
                                  The sun walks across in furry
                        As my hopes are burried
                   Ever to reach thee
         And preach my love

Million miles away
                                 Twilight comes
                                                                  And I wander in the midst of ghost shadows
                     My soul drowns
              Like am dip into the wells

Million miles away
                                Night comes
                         And I lied in the cold breeze
                   Dreaming about thy touches and kisses
                                   Yet I wake up ,
       With no side nor sight of thee

Million Miles Away
©Historian E.Lexano

R-Risibled whenever love is talked about,
I-it sounded absurd with its famous oratory,
T-Truly love makes the world goes round,
A-Abstrused when men engaged in its bout,
E-Even exasperated with erudite poetry,
N-Notably elated with the sight of wounds,
A-Ad-hoc by love on victims faces,
M-Malice became how I defined its basis,
A-Adamant to my concepts but when I meet you,
H-Heavens opened and brought me new wisdom,
O-Obstinate character bowed before you care,
R-Resplendent by your affection it faded my philosophy,
T-The thought I have is now taught by your trust,
O-Over the moon I stand to proclaim you're my light,
R-Riveted in your arms;now I lie forever,

My Confession
©Historian E.Lexano

when I saw you,
my mind flew like a bird,
I couldn't think,
nor reason,
neither could I utter a word,
I grew goose pimples
all over me,
and mesmerise your glamour,
watching you pass-by

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

©Historian E.Lexano

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.