9: 37 p.m. love chooses to settle in the heart of a lover like a score. arms dropped the mind “uncorrupt” and a lover is loved again but love is why we suffer for love begets a lover to love one and love another a crime is born when love sleeps with murder three bodies […]

4:54 a.m. along river Tiber was written the story of a child king denied his rite forced into flight in to fight saved by a knight and bestowed a ring. a child king embraced in the arms of a kingdom told of blessings he might bring if betrothed to the niece of the king attached […]

Mile I do not count myself as strong I heard that travelling through life trains the soul and the soul carries its own baggage I got here by staggering through Be Not dismayed, maybe Everything I needed to not hear Whatever was served here Dried out my strength Dried out my strength LARDO

Quilt There are things a soul must not hear Things a soul must not smell When the sky is not outside the window Ready to rumble to the cracks in our knees Quaint Sometimes, God cannot be discerned The last time he spoke, he was green Pulsing questions as to why Why we let him […]

Lens You cannot tell teary eyes especially when relaxed behind glass I have seen too much I now see through bottles Silence Correction is a beautiful lie we are told A frame makes it permanent Until everything loses color without it It gets worse, but no one must know LARDO

Bura the horse makes the foal his burning hooves are darker than coal that’s how the people spoke his name whenever a lady brings to the gods his claim ‘a hankali dan gingiri ya fara pito a cikin ruwa ‘time after time, a newborn swims in water’ it’s true when he sees any hole, his […]

Miss Sisi We once knew an old lady Who always looked shady Wrinkled and feeble A miss, an addle She was the farmers baby She walked and staggered Her crawl was laggard The baby was a lady and a miss We knew by probing her piss Imp. LARDO

I love you enough to not tell lies to your face It sure would break you But it would save you trouble of trusting and betrayal. If I lied to you You left me no choice but lies It won’t save you long Till you accept the truth and pray that God saves me from […]

this is so untrue about my very old scrolls those gone with the wind we wrote while our muse pursued what’s right may not be written but I’m Rizal now armed to unmask deep secrets baring everything like ńòļí më ťåñģèŕè till they take me at my word leonell echa

There is a pureness a kind that comes with prestige. it comes with your hush a plush halo knitted to your tongue, though your mind be loud. I never confirmed that my guilt overrides my innocence. But the judge affirmed that I be free since no trace was on my tongue LARDO