Baskadia

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

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

The Physical Worlds

A poem which brings to light the different kinds of physical worlds we have and live in. Taken from Different Worlds from The Songs of Lexicon.

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

Love poem

If The Feelings Are True From Heart, They Are Hard To Replace. Remember You Are The Sweetest Thing In My Life The Loving Heart In Few Caring Hearts I See The Real Face Of Me In Your Tears I Will Never Let Them Go Away From My Heart.

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

Poem

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Le marchand fumant

Vivre sa vie, pauvre madone, Pas mieux qu'un singe qu'on ovationne, Est-ce là le fruit de mes tourments ? Que vaut mon âme qui s'emprisonne Dans les vestiges qui polissent ? Hume la fin : délassement ! J'ai fait le choix, qu'on me pardonne, De faire le pitre qui se questionne D'autant de pièges, d'essoufflements. Laisser une trace qui m'empoisonne Quel inconscient, marchand

A poem written by me, it's all that I am currently feeling.

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

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

POISON TREE

Once upon a time, when all men were equal No rich, no poor No law, no war And they thought they were FREE But, there lived a Poison TREE One bite, denied freedom for all. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Liquor-Damus

A Short Poem Written By Alex O'bor Liquor-Damus Black-out at the backseat Oh no, i think its a dream Soak my robes in blood and spray my head with hot coals and ashes It's worthless if it's not over heels Because Scholars told me "Love heals" So i got mine scattered like branches of the grapevine Still, Eve is not mine Oh no, i think its a dream. Since after the Fall of mankind; Juices from the apple fruits never tasted sweet I'm Naked on the North-Pole Then i lay my heart bare on its cold sheet

Poem:Forty Winks

Sappy feelings I've got tonight Untold stories must reignite Entralling evenfall outnumbered by stars, Lustrous moonbeam rally my scars Tenuous clouds and flowery eyes; Don't dismay at goodbyes.

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

HAVEN

Until the clouds cry out all of it's tears, Until the sun is out of its energy and can't give out light, until the moon and stars expire and become extinct. My love for you and our love will never die. As long as you can hear or see me, nothing else matters and it is more than enough reason for me to love you unconditionally. I'm human and can err, yet I would love to believe that with you in my mind and heart error is not part of my language. Even when you're far away from me your love makes me

A Smile (A graphic poem)

It is a graphic poem.

Child of God

I yearned for wine 🍷 that joy may fuller be Found I sorrow burning in my sunken soul Without thee hath no greater joy man shouldest breathe I drown! I drown! deep in thy love - and give back that I didst owe! I bury now, in deep earth my pride - my ego That hast made thou hid thy face aloft I cast down my knees to the soil and my crown below! That joy mayest spring forth from my belly! Strike the sacred harp in ancient notes and sweet For thou moveth in still waters without ripples For thou de

SHUTTERED

A wayfarer I have become on this desert, with pebbles in my shoe. With empty pouches, anxiousness makes my mouth dry and all I hear is the complaint of my belly. My HEART and MIND at war and I wonder, what will become of me if their mockery becomes ugly with time. And my wobbling limbs on the other hand will be out in no time, and for a second my death wishes were flashing before me. A seal is all I need, for I believed the wind will carry my wishes to my loved ones. To be dressed, viewed by all