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|
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; ...
My Elixir So Special
We’d have met anyhow,
our paths have many a common lines.
But it was written, we’ll meet as strangers;
by the roadside, as business like as things could get.
A favour you did that day,
bringing me, a message from home.
A letter which meant I’d get to keep,
fruits of my hard work for the month.