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Leonell EchaJanuary 6, 2017
Hope is a new book with blank pages Write a story, rock solid Maybe it’ll earn you wages Arouse every dream that’s gone flaccid Make a mark that’d stick for ages Against the harsh or humid Live through the pages of time Lend a hand, maybe a dime Rise, stand again, reach your prime Hope […]
Leonell EchaJanuary 6, 2017
I miss you, everyday But not to be vague I missed you yesterday at eight Dinner was served I felt like I had ate 6am this morning Your name came calling In my head were echoes of two of my favourite letters.. B and E… combined Be.. You B are Bae, my babe 7:45, the […]
Leonell EchaJanuary 6, 2017
Leonell EchaJanuary 5, 2017
Through the eyes of Janus again we meet Would history agree to repeat? Before us lies a promise Behind is Venus and Adonis. Through the eyes of Janus we repeat To put out the fire that conscience lit Over the mountains is need to hop Behind the cloud is conspiring raindrop(s) Through the eyes of […]
Leonell EchaJanuary 5, 2017
I see your dim-eyed children potbellied with lust. I see your dumb-doubting fathers resting shoulders on blaring creeks. Our hairs were at home, who brought out a comb? History will tell when time rang the bell, and all became hell for the ruins that have befell I fight for a liquid strength flowing in my […]
Leonell EchaJanuary 5, 2017
Leonell EchaJanuary 4, 2017
I tried to get inside, but it’s like someone changed the locks from outside. I used to think that I was locked in this sweet nothing for the rest of life’s unraveling. But today, it’s different because I am locked outside of my sticks of cigarettes. Here is where I hide my head when the […]
Leonell EchaJanuary 4, 2017
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, […]
Leonell EchaJanuary 4, 2017
A circus bull, a red-eyed bull, Charging for blood; dying for mud. Niger delta helter-skelter Helter-skelter Niger delta They grope for stars, in a hostile sky. They dare to fish as they are fished, in poison ponds and muddy graves. There is a pattern, their lives take. There is a manner in which their live […]
