#royce
I asked him gently,
“My friend, why park your chariot
in a spot meant for the displayed?”
The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock,
and snapped,
“What do you want from me?”
For a heartbeat,
my ego whispered,
“Ask him for a million dollars…
and maybe his watch too.”
But my soul nudged me and said,
“Calm down, dervish.
He is already poor
poor in wisdom.”
So I smiled and replied,
“It is my spot, brother.
Reserved for those
who are shown,
not those who only show off.”
He stood there, confused,
trying to translate the language of humility
using the dictionary of arrogance.
Rich in metal,
poor in meaning
a Rolls Royce driven by a man
still searching for first gear in his soul.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
It started with a starter coat
A bigger figure
I mind not to trial and fine
Be where it may bury little
Collides you in'nt a song
Wild blue child cry joyful blizzards
None the sames
Pre ambles
Rent
Stomp bump
Legible roll
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC