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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KNOB IS ONE

CELEBRATE KNOB Nostalgic; how it all started, KNOBS birthed bards, bards are of KNOB Nexus formed; the KNOB to crack all (K)nobs The BARDS of great mind still reside within me The hermanos built through fast and slow time The zealous-will to take minnows far from top ... The fair corrections built at the deceptive poles of our inept minds Eulogizing the minds within which, Those NEXUS of appalling bards formed, Still soar high beyond the satellite With zeal, vibe, humbled humility; juvenile of your minds' hail. ... Katoon; the great pioneer that pioneered KNOB; Elcypher; the zeal behind minnows soaring high; Philip Peace; ever inspiring and spilling pen; Your impact in me earthstronging poetry- can't be likened to mere statistical expressions ... Long Live KNOB Long live kNOB; Live Long KNOBS My poetry wings grew with you My skills pile as I vow remain a bard Hence, KNOB batch's well fitted in my denim Alas! move around with it.. Till it's KNOBF...

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)

LOVE WITHOUT STAIN

*LOVE WITHOUT STAIN * Never think she loves him wholly, All his faults are locked securely Never believe love is blind, In a closet of her mind ... All his indecisions folded Like old flags that time has faded Limp and streaked with rains And his cautiousness like garments ... Frayed and thin, with manystain Let them be, oh, let them be There is treasure to outweigh them His proudness will sharply stir them ... Gentleness to beast and bird, As the moon in moving water And a tenderness too deep To be gathered in a word. ©Tex (2017)

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