Black Poetry : ol skool fables

thespokesman

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Ol, skool fables

One jewel
I hear silhouettes whisper
From that I try to go
Unplugged who’s corking me
Life’s been torching me
Scorching me
Like my grinds divorcing me

Of course I get it I’m losing my source
My voice no longer has value, its hoarse
Oliver twisting in a field, asking for forage
Abandoned my spirituasl, feelings an orphanage
For diseased soul, I’m a diseased soul
No place to console, a spirit in which the mantle no longer holds
Can’t even fathom
How I fell prey to the phantom

One mind
If my soul and my mind was aligned
This my destination, my solo transit
**** it being a bandit, don’t even understand it
So much promise, my limit was the comets
A reflection of age and weary theory I pay homage
Tired of what, falling down after running laps and hurdles
Memory serves the stories of rabbits and turtles

Of how turtles move slow, rabbits move quick
Rabbits stray from teaching, silly with the tricks
Moving from a new hole, my heart is a hole
Lusting a child who has a erectile that’s whole
Eradicated is was rabbits state
Turtle moved slowly with splints, splinter, in his estate
Hopping and skipping steps when I should have tucked my head in
Look, look where I’m heading



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