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Against the rules
            We
Fought but tirelessly
Harrowing the sanctuaries
That gold our passions

∆
Against the rules
           We
Fought arrogantly and carelessly
And wore gallantly pride with fashion

∆
Against the rules
            Our
World was a war
And our hearts,a battlefield
Adorned with stardust of endless fantasies
The only sense that we fee led

∆
Against the rules
              We
Stood on the edges of our love
With unrestrained actions,a glove
And predilections fold

∆
Against the rules
             We
Bruised our love,a thousand times,and many
So pathetic,domiciled in the fouling
It left us penny

∆
Against the rules
            We
Kept still in shelves
Gild with paranoia
And wither optimism ourselves


∆
Against the rules
                We
Failed our love
Brim fully with the tests
And staunch childishly
Waiting for who to make amends first


∆
Against the rules
                I
Carved myself in this cages of poetry
And branded exquisitely with the oratory
That reawaken but to quench
Your rebellious memories in me

∆
Against the rules
                  We
Hid diamonds in shadows
And fooled our love a place to lay abode



Against the rules

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™Recalcitration With Excellence

®P°h°D Poetry

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I go incircles for the clock is in twelve
Abusing the moments Yea! my time pendant
Thus,restraining your blemish the prudence to blot

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The sweet sweet lullabies, and the soothing words in shelves
Keep echoing my heart,how susceptible its to the rots
I made you my queen so you took me for a treasured-peasant

○
You plagued me your freights
And left me in the dark,passions drunk in passions,its was all lust
When I fell flat to your vintage-wine dust
So day after day,and night after night,you rouse me to blate
The thousand tempest tears
That noveled the stories the wretch fear-ed
But,though I'm lost in lust, and of no home
You mean everything to me,so I shall still search,for you,my throne






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It's a sonnet...14 lines
Divided into six lines○sextave
And 8 lines ○octave

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My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery

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And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory

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Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings

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Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving

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In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides

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You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride

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The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry

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But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried

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A Sorcery Captive

Historian E.Lexano

○Recalcitration With Excellence○

○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○

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The
Erecting
Inquisitive petals
Settling in the creamy-gray aromas
Of these Arabian desserts
Undresses the tales of the scheherazadian nights bare

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Let's follow suit
Let's not cloven ourselves afar
But to mix these cold breezes and tales
With strawberries in treasured jars
Let's mar the very decorum
Painting to desecrate the sanctities here

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Let every dripping sweat,be sultry
To make pools on these desserts tonight
For every minute counts
Every sigh amounts
How our mouths seek to melt astray
The wild flaming incense within

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Honey!
These beds are full of roses
But know and learn "I'm Roman"
So Let's recite The Hail Marys
Counting every star
And dream but to embrace the heavens tonight

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For the world is blind,but here his eyes

A Night In Arabia

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The
Repentance of her lips
To a kiss,Lingers still

           ❣
A flowering thought
Blossoming barren pictures
Of cubes I craze

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The ringing bells
Of whence the mind contends
With the trace
And hide distant
In the cups of the echoes

           ❣
That moment
When she funeral her passions
And boiled her innocence
On the coals of the coast
             ❣
The best,but again the worst still
These solitude winds can caress now

10:30 Flash


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Finally Am Back..

Happy New Months To You All

Wild



Every noble and tender touch,resonant
Loud my skin,dripping and caressing
You set me apart,_desolate


As I slip through your fingers
I swear against the violets,I swear against the oaths
And my spirits search,_it lingers


Roaming on me,you're a drowning champagne
And I war with myself,I war against my flesh
Hidden in closets,as if I am threshed


You makes my past a dead,Yea!swallowed in the graves
And you take me high,the heights of the rains
So drill with me or I deal with you


Wild

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The
Drowsy dews
Engraves your name
Boldly amid the thorns of chilled~roses

■
So
Twerk nobly
And roll the blue pigeons
In me for trophies

■
But then
Let's marry together our lips
But to share,a sweet reverend kiss
And tune these red~roses blanch

■
Feel
The stars move
Roundabout my head
And together let's hold the rainbow
Splendour by sight

■
Toll
My hands
For every tender touch
But then,fathom deeply all the blush in me

■
Wrangle
Vanilla your arms around my neck
And rouse me to fear
But jocund,when I look into your eyes
Yet,impregnate me with your celestial desires

■
Civility!

You
Make me wonder
How you solemn calm my sighs
Of which haste in pants

■
Indeed
You are a sober tigeress
Misspoke of your elegant prowl

■
But now
Turn off the lights
And loft me the ranks
Of melting naked incense
And let's depart with a serene~peace

Beginners

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