Biography of Zanor Bell
IN POETRY I SOUGHT REFUGE, FROM CHILDHOOD TIL' PRESENT. IN IT I COULD HIDE WHEN I HAD NO WHERE ELSE TO RESIDE. NEITHER PRIDE NOR BRIDE CAN STOP THIS WORK I DO, MY POEMS MAY BE FEW BUT THESE WORDS ARE REALLY TRUE. REALLY HERE AND REAL, HAVE HELPED ME TO FEEL, TO TOUCH CREATION, EXPLORED IMAGINATIONS.
Zanor Bell Poems
Her love sustained despite it all, in need i stood on you i called, When tears were many on your shoulders i fled with those words Of wisdom you anointed my thoughts, held my crushed parts and heal my broken hearts, From your glory I’ll never depart. You are the one who've open my heart.
Her dark temptation, evoked an elation, distort my cognition Lost myself without recognition. I’ve sunk so deep in her I can’t even utter what I feel for her. But I yearn for that dark skin; Will I ever earn that dark thing? Her womanly gifts make a Brother
Words cannot be scribbled to reflect your celestial beauty, for it is what mutes me, and amuses me, dont refuse me! For you are the one that has confused me. I am not a beggar but ask your heart to choose me, it bothers me not even if u use me. I know you're in love with the thought of another, you could even be my mother but what i feel piercing like a steel is the zeal to stand with you and never yeal. What shall i do with what i feel for you? What i feel is more than real.
This is my dream, this is my voice This is my prayer success is my choice. My choice To rise; my choice to fall, my choice to baffle with strife or to Conquer and thrive. But what shall stop me on this journey I
The flesh of my flesh; the breath of my chest, The heart I heard beating the thought kept feeding from It there is no fleeting only beating, mistreating. Brain washing Deception and a snare that is here and there a global fear. How long
The flesh of my flesh; the breath of my chest,
The heart I heard beating the thought kept feeding from
It there is no fleeting only beating, mistreating. Brain washing
Deception and a snare that is here and there a global fear. How long
Will you be fooled and led like a sexual tool, my sister? Why have you
Become his mule my sister? Given up your temple so easy my sister?
Thy companion or knight should have earned by fight, you toss it without
Sight or care. No longer a prized possessi