Leonell Echa – Page 127 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

Leonell EchaAugust 12, 2017

Morning will wear her worst green to envy us These syllables were meant to stress words in About the crosses that pressure makes a fuss Seat outside this box, within is a coffin To you is a memory gloved in passion To you, losing is how we begin to win. To you, these letters are […]

Leonell EchaAugust 11, 2017

Dark nights are meant for sleep, When slumber comes back home And falls on his tired back. When the strength of the eyes Are defeated by ruthless snors. Dark nights end up like this: When creatures assemble Chanting nights into a temple. Cushions of goodness at stake- The moment the dark nights awake, Fading canopies […]

Leonell EchaAugust 11, 2017

Religion digs graves that’d bury us. Why should humanity come first? What need is Holy Water If rain is gift from God? These crosses won’t save. Is God a name? What is man When he Dies? Is this not the name abandon gave to us? Then cheer up my child for the passage is closed. […]

Leonell EchaAugust 11, 2017

Finally, self control boils down to mistresses or their counterparts, Otherwise the thrills of this dance will leave us sooner dead. Muhammadu thought he knew her best, Her tastes and likes and sexy contours. So he set to journey through, this fair country with seductive hips. But oh my soul He should have known, that […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

I have seen you inside the throats of rivers. Met you last Summer in the gutter you sat. Saw the bread you broke for pieces of silvers, Your bosom is bloated,your stomach is fat. The Moon covers your face, the sun blinds us out, So you’d claim lilies with the stealth of a cat. Today […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

Trapped in this oval shaped steel Left with nothing to feel But trapped, locked in Confined about and within I am trapped in this smile It wore off like shoes that ran a mile Only it did in the blink of an eye. Here I am, keeping the illusion Participating in labour My division being […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

Being a child, a blissful ride knew not a tide Loved all called brown Nay wore a crown Being a child was a blessing No foul living Socks and shoes sow Uniforms blow Sang lullabies with loving hearts Laughed when we fart Played with brown sand Coloured one hand Rachel Charles ================================= Let us travel […]

Leonell EchaAugust 9, 2017

Yes! Let me begin with you my metaphor, you, who alliterate with a little sound how you smile with a simile by the door. You exaggerate like hyperbole unsound, The rhyme can scheme into a mainstream with lights. Some associate themselves with words that are round. What imagery do you shine during late nights? What […]

Leonell EchaAugust 8, 2017

This is not a review. GrandSun’s No Fear didn’t try to bask in his lyrical dexterity. It came with one message and one message only: You will never be misguided if you know where you belong The track simply asks these few questions: Who are you? What do you do? Who is your crew? What do […]

Leonell EchaAugust 7, 2017

The spoon in the cup goes in circles Some days are friendly cups of tea Some nights you choose your battles If darkness sets you free. To err is bovine To forgive, us. In the end This curse Gifts. If Today We gather And wolf the sheep To err is human To chalice, we are […]

Poetry: Many (Different)III

Poetry: Dark Nights

Poetry: Many (Different)II

Poetry: Rhythm!

Poetry: Many (Different)!

Poetry: Pictures!

Poetry: Being A Child

Poetry: Idols of Words

GRANDSUN “No Fear”: You’re just another name tag abandoned after the course.

Poetry:Forgiveness

The Good Society

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in the ground

Seeds

A ditty

The Good Society

open more doors

in the ground