Leslie Xavier Poems
|2.||Me In Hiding||7/6/2009|
|3.||Luz And Love||7/13/2009|
|5.||'Kid' Of Pop||7/13/2009|
|6.||It's Dark Again...||7/29/2009|
|8.||Lost In Transit||7/29/2009|
|11.||La Cupid De Marina||8/16/2009|
|13.||My Cloud Nine||8/16/2009|
|14.||Ode To Heba||8/16/2009|
|16.||Full To The Brim||8/16/2009|
|18.||Sweet N Sour||8/16/2009|
|21.||Nine Beats And A Bit...||9/25/2009|
|22.||That Old House...||9/25/2009|
|23.||I Snooze, I Dare!||9/25/2009|
|24.||The Beauty Beyond||9/25/2009|
|34.||Thy Name Is Woman||4/24/2009|
|35.||Care-Free; But Why Me?||4/24/2009|
|37.||My Elixir So Special||4/24/2009|
|38.||Gone With A Whistle||4/24/2009|
|39.||The Lesser Me!||4/24/2009|
|40.||Remember The Book Buddy!||4/24/2009|
Comments about Leslie Xavier
From Brutus With Love
It hurts when you know that trust is something you can't get. The great Julius Caesar didn't and so was the fate of many before and after him. When kindness, love, concern and honesty get interpreted as weakness, they rise and stab you from behind at the first possible chance and then leave you to bleed, a sad painful death. At least Brutus finished off the King fast, some mercy. But will I be spared from the pain... No, I think...
They say the King of Rome,
covered his face; resigned to his fate;
gave up his fight, seeing a face in the mob;
shattered by the thought; ...
The younger one follows him,
sparks of faith, trust and hope in her eyes.
Things which could only come,
through years, a score, of being around.
It's not the face she reads,
but also the person's thoughts;
who else could get it right,
who else other than his sister own.