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DISCORD IN OUR CORD

DISCORD IN OUR CORD On this day 1960, our freedom became free; Our rights became encapsulated, rights reserved. In sorrow we laugh; in poverty we ravel Of whose opinion was this idea; whose idea was this coined? Our well arranged room is visibly scattered, Box of books shattered; shelves lack notable stands. Yet, trolls of woes made in alarming tones ... This is our nation, like strangers we live therein. In our fathers land we were proclaimed bastards. Our rights dwindling as brain deteriorates. Yet! Giants we boast we are; of great intellects we suppose, Bopping on foreign materials as our sole hope. We're arm-ful, yet arm-less with vain-ful hope Like daunted sodiers in repeated failed wars ... Independence we celebrate; in-dependant we wallow. Like withering flower we derail; dryness obvious. A day to bulge woes; a day to celebrate. A day to ponder, meditate; to savage fresh fruits. Emerged a fixed day for undefined chaos, All in the name of freedom; we wra...
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A BIT OF ME

A BIT OF ME I've got a clean face, yet kept a rusting one I've carved shoes that call on heaven To lessen my turmoiled havens Enchanting aura I carry around Like hawkers great deal of goods I know, you all wish to be me I know you wish to stay around me.. If not with me Perhaps, wallowing in laxities of time Emerged to be reason behind my enchantment Tumultuous points I've stamped Gave me the most fancied shoes You can barely differentiate between Sun's hotness and my head Can you relate to my rusting face now? I don't care what you label this Whether tale, story, prose or even poetry What you name it connotes nothing Likewise, bail me not from what, oh! who I am! But like you got me through in joy You've not seen a tad sorrow around Like I rightly said.. I wallow in God's laxities Only, if He never want me on till now Will He live to see me leave on like this ©Tex (2017)
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A BIT OF ME

A BIT OF ME I've got a clean face, yet kept a rusting one I've carved shoes that call on heaven To lessen my turmoiled havens Enchanting aura I carry around Like hawkers great deal of goods I know, you all wish to be me I know you wish to stay around me.. If not with me Perhaps, wallowing in laxities of time Emerged to be reason behind my enchantment Tumultuous points I've stamped Gave me the most fancied shoes You can barely differentiate between Sun's hotness and my head Can you relate to my rusting face now? I don't care what you label this Whether tale, story, prose or even poetry What you name it connotes nothing Likewise, bail me not from what, oh! who I am! But like you got me through in joy You've not seen a tad sorrow around Like I rightly said.. I wallow in God's laxities Only, if He never want me on till now Will He live to see me leave on like this ©Tex (2017)
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ENTREATED LIGHT

ENTREATED LIGHT Seeing became loft of ordeals As I took a stroll past dark paths Like my illed-nough wasn't enough Oh! The path I strolled wasn't the path The path I chose became my bad The path wasn't my path really The path I strolled begats darkness. My pact with darkness was lamed Like I dwell in confusion; bewildered Within my heart, right within just me My heart became an hollowed space- in space.. Of whom d' I pact ideas? Of what're my thoughts thought-less? Of whose idea will I interpret a blank page? Till it makes sense, maybe just once In darkness I wallow, so I lived to bask; Swiftly I tread wilderness of my heart Solution seek I, in lone darkened arena The hardent sojourn nurtured pain Relayed, delayed, betrayed then blockaded I lost myself to varnishing biodiversities As I whispered solemnly to myself Grande effects of light, like sun it sets Light paths I tread to set m'path right As I roam around with poetic rome ©Tex (20...
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LET'S DISSOLVE OUR FATHER'S EMPIRE

LET'S DISSOLVE OUR FATHER'S EMPIRE I've nurtured ample opportunities within me I've seen my world residing my heart I dreamt dreams meant for dreamable ideas Bottom of thoughts, rights to think anew Alas! My father's empire ain't close a solace ... In our empire, lies predatory predators In it resides rulers that rules circle Right within our empire, evil seize to desist Our empire offers tear as water when you visit You see? My father's empire is nothing but cool hell ... Yet! We were held up, tied to the roots Restricted movements gives not freedom Freedom; you mentioned? Not a pinch My fathers empire is damned! Our empire's got cool fuming flames ... Let's have a stroll...... Here's the remain of my brother's right Bare floor it lies.. My brothers suffer of this Here 're the portion of inheritance we merit Education in our empire pays not! Not anymore You see now? Dissolv'ng 'the' empire is imminent ...
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I'M A LONE NINGER

I'M A LONE NINGER I saddled my cradle in a lone way Yet, comfort zone seeks I My beddings laid fallow on bed My rail wallowed without trails Wherefore do my pain born from?  ... Perhaps, a vessel channelled me on Back on track race, motive to trace My ancestral origin behead nowhere For I lost grand and ground of care Yet, cracks and strokes at befitting future ... The fight fought, such beyond sought Presumably, pre-seeable; seen before then Now my heart heralds soothing breeze Without hope from hopeful points Yet, my bones wax stronger to life ... My bond, my half; mentored mine in me My origin stimulated independence My ancestors simulated I, such to grow For my (he)arts are borne of hatred My heart burns, born of confusion ©Tex (2017)
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MEADOWS IN SKY

MEADOWS IN THE SKY Sky is large; yet birds fly Syk's spaceful space; yet dove swam Limitless is sky's space; perhaps eagles soar ... In whose grave shall my hope get buried? When my heart thinks vast about future Of whom shall my thoughts assume? When my eyes could see both ends ... Pigeons, doves, sparrows, egrets then eagles Inhabit the sky in the splendor of the atmosphere Of clouds, scuds, sun then rain Owing to fittings, suiting time chose they ... Time to hunt, when; Nourishing diet, what? Then options ravages, savages till it piles Pigeons does, so does egrets Doves petches, likewise sparrows and eagles ... The sky is wide, in it an enclosed meadow Where actualized activities are secured How it done; mode, pattern, style varies Sparrows does, pigeons does; Birds are epic doer ©Tex (2017)
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