THE "V", THE " CH" OF 'OICE

THE "V", THE "CH" OF 'OICE.

A slit in the seam of garment, my heart vent,
I chose whether or not to speak about;
Sucked of the grapes, the vine; just bewildered.
When to take the advent of time, I lost hope,
My voice seized, I lost the 'CH' of 'oice.
...
Tale told fought evolution, today exclaimed
the best speech that sleep 'neath a folded tongue–
How to deliver what steamed up vapour
from the bed of the sea, my voice was gentle;
I was choice-less, maybe I've lost the 'V' of 'oice.
...
Voice and Choice should be a same life wire
that leads either to other and other to either.
My thought is a mast transmitting different
channels, maybe reality is not a dream.
But I'm the wreath of smoke seeking for 'V'
in my 'Ch', I'm a boy that have diff' slates of 'oice'

©Tex (2017)

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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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GREY

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