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Leonell EchaApril 14, 2017

Day 1: (Regrets) A glass of red wine spilled Consequence takes a seat Wishes ride on the wings of horses Memory is distilled. Conscience drags her feet Desire is pulled back by the reins it forces. Day 19: (Complaints) The tongue survives the flood in the mouth Shakes off droplets, brings a towel out But […]

Leonell EchaApril 13, 2017

Okay. What do we try to find? Cross coupled sequential logic. Introduce a clouded free mind. Lesser feels, needs paramedic. This way seems to be all we bind. Moving faster yet still static. All the way, yet the way’s unkind. Unfold, the Misery’s tragic. Hypermind ============================== Dear queen that i will always know Follow your […]

Leonell EchaApril 12, 2017

The eyes of my heart Pictured so many things. The city of my mind Hosted so many questions I wish I could answer. My thoughts trekked many miles In search of answers To protect the heart from seeing And put an end to the mind’s Unanswerable questions. But the search for answers Led to more […]

Leonell EchaApril 11, 2017

Somebody lied. The preacher preached. The pitcher pitched. Still my hunger grew. “This is the best bleach,” Said the voice on the radio. But it could not cleanse my scars. The dress looked good on the poster. That figure was never real. On me it became an eye sore, A comic relief for my friends. […]

Leonell EchaApril 10, 2017

“This is Big Brother” He called all into the next house With a room to expose their grouse Then one to the other turned spouse In a thick voice he calls “This is Big Brother” A House of truth or dare With love and stories to share Surrounded by tasks that scare In a thick […]

Leonell EchaApril 10, 2017

Bros which one con be vacation You don hear say person leave hustle for this nation? Shey na person wen don belle full dey find tooth pick Man pikin never chop na to travel Im wan kick Wida you sef If I catch myself! Shey mama Emeka joint still dey Nna na there my own […]

Leonell EchaApril 8, 2017

The crux of my belief Life in the hereafter Feeding my hopes for a brighter ‘morrow For I know that when the time is come From the ashes of today’s failings shall I again rise Reincarnated, Like a Phoenix breathing the air of freedom Painted in colorful hues an iron bred-“What is dead may never […]

Leonell EchaApril 7, 2017

Pummeled, tugged and tossed still it sought sweet rest. No quiet grounds on which to lay its battered weary crest. Some said that it was fun to see. Some said they loved it true. But when the hour turned to two, when they had gotten dues, They turned and stroked it angrily and said what […]

Leonell EchaApril 6, 2017

There is a garden in my head That makes me tend and trim and water The grains of thoughts sleeping on this flower bed So the sunlight soothes them like no other. By morning, the hands of the climbers and creepers… Trellieses, arches, pergolas, arbour, pillars. Soon they climb tired and creep for food And […]

Leonell EchaApril 6, 2017

Those two broken bottles, they were Too bold Fine and Were mine Those two broken bottles; they were Coloured Glassy But weak broken bottles, they were. Those two broken bottles; they were Green but Shattered By bricks. Those two broken bottles ; they were A sign Of my heartbeat. broken bottles, they were. Miidong ==================================== […]

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