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Introverted Sage

Introverted Sage

Sit

The longer I sit
the deeper I get.
Move the mountain
sure no sweat.
Ration turned down
to hear the winds song.
Fruits of my labour
and the gifts that they bring
Credit remains in the sight they can’t see.
 
~I.S.~

12.2022.12

Altre opere di Introverted Sage...
Nexus

When I tap in My body feels fear. Sensations like these Must be some sort of sin and I can’t hide my grin.
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Night Viper

Temper temper temper Don’t let the viper strike. Take your time and watch your step It wields a gnarly bite. Taunt the beast and prod the monst…
Commence Pa’At Arrival

Shakes in waves. Unearth all the caves. What’s hidden no longer a myth. Shelving the fears. Fate and sense brings you near.
You Called

If you’ve come to take me Please go right ahead. My mind is playing tricks on me Feeling lost inside my head. I don’t know where I’m going
Swan in Me

You really want me to blow up the… Cash my check and I’ll show you h… Scars on my back aren’t as easily… Breaking down these walls – most… Shake waves if you want to make it…
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, by Jonny Gios
That Voice

The way my mind rhymes You’d think I was a rapper. However in another time I was known as the clap-backer. Quick with my wit
 1
Loud

Just tell me you want it As much as I do. No real need to flaunt it Relax and keep your cool. Close your eyes and feel me.
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Falsetto

Free my mind of all your ways and tell tale signs. That’s where I draw the line. Make your way right to me
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Is It

Is it really that easy to turn the… Is it too much– to stand up for th… Walking over the homeless– asleep… On your way to a bar hop or fancy… Can I say bleak?
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Choosing Time

Could I say the reasons I want yo… are anything but selfish. The end goal. The outcome. Must be some sort of self gratific… Else– why?
Feed

Back in the day we’d have our little cults. Fascist movements feeding to our faults. Now what if we turn
 3
Paper Waves

Making my way With paper and waves. So much to say And even more in the way. Controlling my days.
 1
, by Jakob Owens
Taste Test

Been through the darkness - and was not dismayed. Ocean floor My head has laid. Grasping for their power plays
Becoming

If I wrote what’s on my mind They may think of me a mess. Words swirling sending signs. Got to get this off my chest. Is it the hurt of my entire life -
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Over Due

A second chance– second breath another heartbeat. Movement coming in faster have to get back on my feet. Let it all go. Who I am
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