Victor Adex

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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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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We shall overcome
We shall overcome Someday
O! Deep in my heart
I do believe
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Sheep follows shepherd
Even lambs unto slaughter
Three hundred into Thermopylae
Millions hailed Hitler
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Do you not mind that the earth will scorn your demise?
Do you not care that from death none again shall arise?
Who gave you advice to seek solace in paradise?
Do you know the route? What if you get lost in hell?
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This poem won't say a thing
To the ears of the uncircumcised
It won't mean a thing
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If Sango were in my shoes
Lightening will shred dark skies
Thunder will accompany whimpering cries
He will strike and strike and strike again
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Cheers!
To those who made this tragedy
A disaster worth living
As I share a coke
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Downstream
The sacred tears of angels flow
Into rapids barren of love
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Justice keeps taking scarlet tans
On hues of dark curly hairs than-
Than hues brunette or blonde or straight
Dying black men is stale of taste
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Forgive? Yes, Forget? No!
Too many roses have stained history's snows
Blunted arrows and broken bows
But forgive me must
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I see men hovering around
Sweating and bolstering to make you smile!
Like the ants invading my moustache
For imprints of sweets you left on my lips
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Innocent bloods
Is no sacrifice to an akbar Allahu

Innocent blood
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I leave my soul
to the scandals of wisdom
to the scavenging of glory
grind my bones upon the rocks of glory
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