Leonell Echa

How i speak of my own laughter
I do not know. Like i’m after
Life; a toe to toe
Run for when to grow
Into water we let splatter

Oft the evening breeze that calms
Loft like disabling bleat of lambs
Oft i choose to care
Loft and lofty bear
Buried in the strength of the Psalms.

Bestored in algorithm of war
A child of realism and more
Tinted disorder
A strange strange brother
Something to weep and to die for.

How I got here I do not know
One with a gift for hitherto.
This is what I feel
I am my appeal
And the god in me made it so.

Leonell