Tex Note

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)

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)