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A Twisted Relationship

A twisted relationship Void of trust A one sided relationship Losing its taste Such is my relationship The Other Man's fate A man who keeps his word With a woman who does not keep her word A man who follows his time With a woman who does not follow her time These are my worries The Other Man's woes A one sided affair Well, I'll say it's not fair A one sided contract A null and void contract Such are my sorrows The Other Man cries Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

The Love of a Freeman

Nowadays am like a freelancer, Overwhelming like wind everywhere, To the top of the world to be better, With the brain of a young entertainer, Soon or later we shall rise in a fortune, Of pure amendments to all sorts of brine, To ensure a quality way to a paradise line, With various & new technologies available, I want to create and see the world I need, From rags to riches with enough to breed, Without a fight with other humans with greed, To crown yourself in cold blood to feed. Let's celebrat

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

A poem for her

Knock, knock, knock Beauty at morning's door After a night filled with adventures Dreams of christ and his unfailing love Multiple dimensions in a single world Different experiences before dawn War and chaos in a living void Death and loss like there's no law A very tough and strange night indeed And yet the princess sleeps with no worries With visions appearing like movies Five hours felt like an eternity One night feeling like twenty She is the best at it Because she got christ at the wheel Kn

For My Thoughtful Ocean

An ocean is beautiful

Love is a person

I asked her With full of Emotions, “Do you know That most writers Are mental unstable And am one of them?”, And she answered, “I do but just keep on writing, where ever the madness will take you I will follow”

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.