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Leonell EchaAugust 17, 2017

Upon the sands of these streets Where my feet lay bare No news is new Deception is the headline History had thought me well. I learnt the power of colours In its concord to words: Red connotes blood, Black is darkness, White is peace; These become true When the contrary are few. Their headers have […]

Leonell EchaAugust 16, 2017

Dead I now live thinking victories. I swear I won most battles, drawing strength from the laughter Here are my stories Paused to be Dead. Stand See my tales Following your ears, Children still chanting my name I fought and won against love. I survived its stabs. Beautiful Love. Life Depriving My innocent heart. Given […]

Leonell EchaAugust 16, 2017

Dear queen of this deserted throne, The chirping birds and crickets; The cloaking frogs behind our home seem to have traveled with you. I have swimmed this deep sea of space and silence, It is warm and it is cold. I will study stars if they can foretell your return. I have felt the frostbite […]

Leonell EchaAugust 15, 2017

Shine little star Direct these feet into the ark Shine little star And to these voices screaming, hark Some earthlings don’t know who they are Do heal this wound and hide the scar Shine little star. Shine little star Break and open the cloudy dark Shine little star Thanks for taking this Pilgrim far. On […]

Leonell EchaAugust 15, 2017

Here’s the thing about crying, If it’s not out of joy, or loss from dying- I wouldn’t break one. Not all shoulders are good to lean on. The waters warming in the Mississippi Get to cool off in another sea. I don’t harbour silent tears, The loudness is one of my fears. When nights stay […]

Leonell EchaAugust 14, 2017

Make the first move A crown can’t leave a head it fits Make the first move The skin is the joy of the clove As threads can make to hem bad knits. Some pressures dig deeper than pits. Make the first move. Make the first move Kill two before the queen gambits Make the first […]

Leonell EchaAugust 14, 2017

And it would be great That the wedding was worth the wait. The gown is an eye opener The cake does look like its owner The honeymoon smells intense The sole duty of his incense The baby comes after 3 or 4 What would time be delaying for? I’ll nurse the first,take in another I’ll […]

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. […]

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