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Orakhal May 2020
The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain

A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld

The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake
Orakhal May 2020
Because others
don’t see what you see
doesn’t make them blind

but it does
stop you looking
through their eyes
Orakhal May 2020
A deep laughter
came to see me this morning
it was so excited
for the use of my soul

it slipped its fingers
across my chest
leaving by way of the heart

filling my rest
head to toe
its echo on my bones
its history
unknown
Orakhal May 2020
A habit

be fed

keep starving it
on good food

and it will get sick of you#
Orakhal May 2020
Dont run
from a chase

you only run after it
Orakhal May 2020
When life be speeding up
live in slow motion
When things get heavy
drop them and live light

Be weak its stronger
Let go or be holding on
Be letting in
what you be putting out
Drop them, they, him, her, that, there, you from all memory

Look through one eye be blind in the others
Be the softness of an answer
not the edge of a question
Flow through the mouth
not from the tongue

Be little its much bigger
Stand up in your skin
***** in your wo-manhood
Receive and don’t return

Live through the chest not the forehead
Summon life's energy not knowledge
Lean in the middle
not left not right
Orakhal May 2020

Be
slippery
as eel

and sharp
as the arrow
Orakhal May 2020
Only
when you feel good

or it
will
hurt more
Greg King May 2020
You’re  never to old to be stupid.
You’re never stop being a fool.
Daftness's a lifelong habit
That carry’s on way beyond school

You think you've grown older and wiser
Experienced survivor and sage
And then you do something stupid again
No matter your state or your age.

I've spent all my life being stupid.
I have to admit that it's true.
But between the mistakes I have done what it takes
To make a small difference to you.
As I get older I like to give the air of a sage when I am just as confused as everybody else.
Rohit Hariharan Apr 2020
Here comes a fat boy
Hands full of chocolates and toys
Had a bag full of dreams
Alas became part of many funny memes
Wore big baggy pants
And was good with rants
Didn’t wear any specs
Still looks perplexed
Run and hide in your room
For he'll ****** your food
He is filled with gloom
Still kind and good
Dumped by many girls
Had hair full of curls
Has a life full of hopes
Yet lives like a Pope
Getting into his old age
But felt like a lion in a cage
Was always filled with rage
Unfortunately had to turn into a sage
Poor little fat boy
Always deprived of the joy
Poor little fat boy
Always deprived of the joy
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