loic 'nexus' ekinga Poems

Oceans will part and the coast will simmer under the horizon. As tears are blown out of my eyes. By the lake where we once lived, the song of awe is also sung in words.
As far as the eye can see, man believed that mountains were the dwelling places of gods. It was told that fantasy like arrows will impale your heart when you fall in love. And that new born babies are carried by birds into a woman's bossom....

But i looked at you for the last time, reason melted in me. I walked under the sun on the path where life is hope; hope is food and it felt like the earth has gone away, and it felt like your love has gone away. I saw, seldom, angels passing through rushing stars at night. And i, with my eyes recognized you. I fell in love with your soul, in the quiet of your heart where feelings lie in harmony, tapestry and soft melodies....
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The sun is shy, the grass is cold. The rain is heavy and i think of you. I see men seated on a porch, straw in mouth
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In the quiet, pain speaks louder...
Painted by time and patience, my heart has turned to the other side and let feelings shred by the sharp grips of passion knock me to the ground waiting for lazy leaves to-one after another- fall on my empty body and let me rest in peace.
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Rushing winds come together at the call of purity and truth. Birds step lower on the earth to behold what by the creator is the beam of gentleness. A colour she wears like the silk of her skin, she is indeed the heart of the simplest of poet. Who out of of awe and passion writes this lines....

For her charm, i wish her good health. For her eyes so beautiful and pure which are pain to my soul when the doors are shut, i endure the fact and cannot stop beholding. Her pain is torture to my soul.
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I have also seen angels-once upon a time-descending the ladder of eternity, lightning bound my body and dragged me like a puppet into the firmament and the sky was torn apart like a useless cloth; lava clashed against my skin. O I stand on the highest mountain, above the clouds which from here look like a secret.

I am lonely. I poured the sea inside the cup of the Lord of all flesh, not because of thirst but because the lines of my face tell a story, the sound of a thunderstorm, my love you left. The rain left.
Strong animals live by air and prayers-i know you are out there-the grass is brass and again i rub my face against thorns, not because of pain- i no longer feel pain. I am looking for a tear, for plently are the words in my heart but i can only take so much punishment.
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It was cold this morning,
And I woke up with a poem
On my lips. I therefore
Inscribed it on my window
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I stay perhaps on your skin dreaming, squeezing between my fingers light and moving days.
I have no intention of stopping the clock yet alone, i am missing you with every heartbeat under the air that comes once a year to announce love to my bending soul.
I climb the tree i often hug in my confused mornings facing south, right at the top i watch far beyond the valley hoping that you will appear with beauty and grace painted on your skin but suddenly the tree dies fitted across my legs i do not blame drought and harsh winds. It was fed by memories. Believe me, i have not lost faith. I have to confess that even today it is hard for me to pray. You left my sight with no promise, only a smile and a shuddered hope.
Today, all i have is a wish in my stomach and a spinning mind. I have lost peace for i pretend that on your skin i stay perhaps dreaming until the night captures my fleeting heart and holds it against her chest begging me to stay calm.
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For a second as i looked up, the sun hid itself behind eagle's wings.

the heaviness of humanity fell on my shivering heart and i felt on my skin
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How was then that the tired and lazy sun on a daily day brought prejudice in my whole existence? And made my head lean on a mountain gazing at magic colours fast enough to condemn my hand for grasping so many planets and galaxies, like a infant playing on a white and crystal sand.

And my eye lazy to behold, lazy to explore matches with my heart lazy to beat and slowly bending as i go without hope for days. I am not breathing.
I blew my feelings off the palm of my hand, beyond the valley to a future waiting on a far mountain and the land in between had to test my love- Although she slay me yet i will love her. My God! I had to fight but i do not know how to use my arms.
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Sometimes at night, in the quiet of the valley, gently he lies. He gazes at the stars and sends kisses to them as they respond in their lively beam. Until at the hour he presses his eyes against the grass, he remembers how her smile was the light of her face.

He believed that all the time he shared his heart in pieces, she took the biggest part of his feelings. Until the rain poured on the valley and was mixed in roses with dust, the recipe to kiss her lips became prejudice to his soul.
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