Biography of Louis Borgo
Louis A. Borgo III: ou can found me on TWITTER. I was a member of Academy Of Poets (2011-2016) . Wrote six best sellers of novels of poetry. I have close to around 350 poems. My Poetry focus around Communication as a over all theme for poetry also when speaking on the topic love. Love has several definition elements as well as dimension of the topic. Research it to the fullest to understand the concepts of my poems. Also I have wrote close to 31 more or less Quotes.
When all said Video Games is my passion.
Truth Be Told Truth To Be Known Hold True.
Holy06 " Next Level Gamer" .
Louis Borgo's Works:
Can Found Me On Twitter
To Palp A Vow Of Silence 7/31/14
Utilitarianism A Man 8/28/15
Is This The Season For Love 12/24/15
Sacred Love 6/05/16
Memoirs Of Self Reflect 1/03/17
Chaos Legion Knights 3/3/17
Tell You A Story Tell You A Struggle TBA
Louis Borgo Poems
'I need it cold' (how cold) , so cold that i can't feel my neck caps! ! ! , I need it so cold i forget this touch of a feeling. Like the tracks of a huskie sparkling of crystal, clear so clear of a mountain i need it cold! ! ! , Like hand of a shuttle, settle free, empty barrels, like the softest place on earth.... of dropp of rain on the back of the porch....
The forest that sign wood sign of death Would you like to hear more Rig among a tree Laugh among a breeze take it to colder
All A Dream
a song of purification rip her lips, like thunder on a mountain, that whisper oh listen... thoughts of passion,
Queen Of Heaven (Message In A Bottle)
If the twelve of night was a castle of light's, this be the latern, to bless tommorow's light, Sight be the reason why you sparke this night. (till dust till dawn)
Moon Said To The Sun
Moon said to the Sun, Have you ever heard of a rising of a; Son. Rising; like no other dynasty a sure sight to watch.
So as Rumor has it there are this special breed of children called Indigo Children supposal there suppose To take us in the next phrase of human evaluation- Rumor has it there was suppose none born before 1990 Rumor also has it that this kids are genius in Arithmetic and Written
As the wind blows the sun is surely to come, and sweep you off you re feet, Passive as the night to carry us to our sweet,
Dear Luv, I write to stop this pedals of tears, Far from falling over, Never the less this,
True Dear Friend
I do not wish to become bibilical but this text require careful wording, what is a true friend with a kindom of wolfs and over sheperd by demons, wait is this ficition, eyes that hold shelter to black skull to a new up rising, birds that hymn that heal with whistles of love of crimes, that is all on film or maybe we all are guest, looking for gravity. Everyman is made different so a silly superstition would say but what would true making of a man, take pain and the up most rooting of lost land, mimic it as quick sand, we start to man and fan to tans and this here eyes are a shame to cry because who is left here to a dress man but a man.
The Right Tear Of A Mountain Tear
The right; tear of a mountain tear, A portrait of a landscape years of tactile up rise, Seeing is, believing an alpinist had ties to tithes of a higher life.
Stand By Me
Sit in the class wait for class to start it is going to be a beautiful day I have a list of question to ask the teacher since supper Oh look a substituted teacher I guess I read the dictionary in Latin The rule to remember never remember word but the word root
Good Morning And Good Day
Word on the street good day and good morning it’s a gorgeous day penetrate it’s a glorious day, A chip of glove of the golf shoe a Helios day perhaps it will be and eagle to cut the fare way.
Ascension Of Jesus
A map over a life stream a king's will and apostle of reign of power is a assumption or is the assumption real, Head of the class or head of deception who could will good fortune a pond a throne of accepting,
In to you or in tune to you The first sound or first word you gotta me
thoughts of crowing joy
in body the soul,
but wait there's more...
pasting of measure, feet taping,
but yet sapping, on the
there of sapping, hungry of just not knowing
that is the word of being humble...
the mystery of blending the
squrriel nut tree at the