Victor Adex Poems

Rest

I am fallen upon your breasts
And my hearts whispers rests
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This place of my Love
Is a quick sand with tourist attraction
Like a self-aware mouse knowing
That this cheese will be the death of me
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Before words became the tools of expression
This love was sung with the effulgence of glory
Too sacred for the unclean lips of fallen man
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Riddle

What is like
Lipstick impression on stained glass?
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so poetry lives in this body
that has been taught to shame itself
it wells up as a rebellion
a switchblade to the
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my poems are beings,
they stand beside me
and whisper counsel into my ears
and my Pen?
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You may trod me in history
With your pretty petty lies,
But just like dust trampled to the ground,
I'll rise
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I will write again
Of slum love and ghetto fantasies
of the class blindness of infatuation
And well worn chanting rosaries
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the Menorah
Seven candle sticks
seven shards of light
that are rosetta stones
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Love is more than the ridiculous and outrageous Valentine excesses
Love is more than the constant plot of Bollywood movies
Love is more than unstable human feelings
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