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Leonell EchaJuly 2, 2017

Little pieces of secrets Some dark, some not so dark and some white We collect them a piece at a time Like an addicted antique collector Piecing together a collection Little pieces of secrets Some of them ours Others others’ we are sworn to keep Piece by piece we pile them Like a refuse dump […]

Leonell EchaJuly 2, 2017

In this little brown book lies my secrets scribbled with a quill as of old they tell the stories of joy and regrets, the formations of destinies foretold; of how I once lived like a sultry wretch wet with crude thoughts that the mind loved to fetch. In this book lies the stories of a […]

Leonell EchaJuly 1, 2017

The more I try to care, the less you do You’ve taken my heart to the skies you flew, And where I’ll end, to God I pray it’s blue. With hopes that someday I will have a clue. Together has tied us for so long, And the stories we wrote were never wrong. […]

Leonell EchaJune 30, 2017

I would carve him an endearing title Finely chiseled with the sturdiest of care With all the edges smoothened and polished And the letterings of the word ‘soulmate’ etched, As an insignia of my affections Tied into place with strings of emotions Plucked forth from the coloured nerves of my heart Perhaps more-if my dad […]

Leonell EchaJune 29, 2017

And if my blue blood would be emptied, Let it be into the desirable one Of Adamic lineage, not one scorned But of quality and beauty adorned With serenity of mind and quietness For those whose mouths are loose like parrots Vomit fire capable of burning Spirit, mind, heart and eternity. I am a newborn. […]

Leonell EchaJune 28, 2017

Hurt is its own healing power Much like a poisonous flower Aptly blossomed from sincere care With petals pruned off stems of fear Whose nodes contain soothing essence; The potion of true happiness. Many a face smile while yet hurt Burning hearts with flames of denial. Given time the pretence bears fruit Tasting of dark […]

Leonell EchaJune 23, 2017

Fires spark in the day and night Whenever they mate while moaning. Some sparks send messages of love with other feelings that follow be it as the sun or the moon fires spark in the day and Night, gushing forth between noons’ and dark telling stories time cannot tell. Some flames become the ground and […]

Leonell EchaJune 21, 2017

How we do not know Of wisdom’s monopoly A shame they call it When blindness stifles to see That open eyes pleasures sleep And when we awake From the house of slumber’s stare To find we know not That innocence defiled us Trying to save that not lost… Leon ———————— The reward I got For […]

Leonell EchaJune 20, 2017

Maiden! What shock have you not felt before? Dark-night ushering the one that comes in to think of how fragile men hurt my core. Carefully stitch this bone to the weak skin. Color human is made from deceit’s gleam Smiling as savory reveals secrets so the tricky question will tell your team. There’s none, Maiden […]

Leonell EchaJune 19, 2017

Of stories stitched with threads of history Lore spake of mortal immortality Of skies and earth, pale victory of death And words that the Birnam woods told Macbeth Belief in unbelief bore seeds of woe Zeus and Jupiter,Hera and Juno Then Cupid toyed much with mortal egos Lead arrows were shot and so was Eros […]

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