The Ex

Down to the grave; back to the earth,

Her presence I do crave; back to another birth,

I can see the coffin being hung low,

A truly inevitable blow with the shade of a dark glow,

Like echoes of gloom and darkness that has come to bloom

Like dropping a diamond in the sea; No jolly for your pocket to see

A loss that forces a smile; a relief unexpected

For this funeral is a celebration of triumph, 

The undertaker gives me joy immeasurable,

My tribute is simple; Rest In Pieces

My heart beats like a sweet jingle; Best forgotten like a bad disease

May I piss on the coffin please??

Call that Freedom and Justice,

Embrace the evil smile creeping over my face,

The death of a blaspheming whore,

She is work! Yes, just like an annoying chore!

Every smile is like going to war,

Bitter-Sweet Bitter-Sweet; she is dead to me!

She was a nightmare, a nightmare: Hell's epitome!

She served me roaches on Movenpick's plate,

I know you can't relate,

But hear this, she breathes yet still like a dead zombie…

Like a werewolf she comes alive every full moon but this is no movie…

She is a bad hangover from a bad night that started really great,

I cover the coffin with dirt enjoying my own sweat,

I'm at this funeral alone because you died to me alone,

And after this 21-gun-salute, Just know for sure...

I'll walk away like a bad comedy show.

-Yesssirr-

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Carnal Healing

The sweetness of honey on my lips, my tongue knows

The taste of a ripe fruit I cannot ignore

The relief of iced water travelling down the throat on a sunny day is without measure a fascinating spell of pleasure!!

Like the overwhelming feeling of diving into a pool naked just for leisure…

It's the sensation of the carnal that breaks the boundaries of taste,

For pure is the chaste who do not make love in haste,

Salute the best who open love like a treasure chest,

For they know the mind must be wet first and the heart at its softest best

For it’s a celebration of an art, a course you shouldn't miss,

The "practicals" may begin with a kiss which shouldn't be amiss

Breaking the ice with a whisper, words must be nice and cute like Casper

Eyes staring deep fueling bliss and strengthening the love viper,

You see the body is the first edition of ice creams,

You eat it as tutorials in your dreams,

The nipples will salute if you kiss the neck with the skill of a vampire,

Now that's called aroma of a good meal on fire,

They say weed can make you high, but rhythms and love can take you higher,

Carnal knowledge is never a mere exercise of carnality,

Its about feeling the heartbeat of another and making it yours,

That which causes unknown waves of pleasure flows,

So what is sweetness without the natural,

What is carnal and not mutual,

What are coated words without a meaning?

Show me which aroma is not fueled with seasoning

And tell me what is sexual but comes with no healing…??

-Yesssirr-

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My Guilty Pleasure

In the heart of men lies endless fantasies,
Recurrent so much they become memories,
But who are you to judge that which flows in the arteries??
The hunger of the flesh is as plain as a written text,
Hidden under the clothe like an underwear vest,
Unknown to the hypocrite; it is a treasure chest,
Because it beats in every man's chest and gives rhythmic movement to every woman's hips,
Hypocrites they are...
Denying the sweetness of sensual kiss,
Rebuking the the electrifying medicinal abilities of an affectionate touch, relying it to the backyard like an old couch,
The beauty of a woman's breast they would never vouch for,
The elegant "krochia-krochia" movement of the buttocks which entices the blood in every potent man's system,
The slender waist and untouchable hips that makes mighty men the victim,
"Oh God bless His Own creation!" *sneezes* "hee-tim!!"
I dare not speak of her beauty, "Ears are listening"
I dare not look into those perfect eyes, "Eyes are watching"
Then I most definitely can't smooch that soft body and smell her fragrance "Chai! Boko Haram!"
What more I'm I left with?
Tney say I speak the unspeakable and write the forbidden,
But why keep the sweet hidden??
It has never been complex, "So I beg, Make you no vex"
But who doesn't talk about sex!?

My Blog

I have noticed that contrary to the ideology behind my initial creation of this blog, I have subjected myself to the writing of entertainment stories. Therefore I have decided to prioritize poetry on this blog which I can most definitely do on a more consistent basis.

Poetry is a passion and I am sure poetry lovers and others as well would appreciate it. 

I however cannot deny my love for the entertainment industry, especially the music and movie industry and therefore would post entertainment news occasionally. 

-Lexis Kojo Manuel-

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