* a poem I once wrote a while back. a very long while back. *
They say you speak in riddles.
Spluttering utterances of injustices,
When mutterings of blind hope will do.
A devil in shimmering gowns of deceit.
Leading astray the unintelligible masses and hordes,
With all your belligerent symphonies and glistening lies.
The flawed offspring of anarchy, a child of dead dreams.
You emancipate souls and still they call you unwise.
Old wives tales and fables of foolishness,
Bringing change with your words,
Dressed in tomorrow’s hope and old sentiments.
They call you lost.
And still you speak?
They say you speak in riddles.
Harbingers of truth, Kings and Queens of the unknown.
Farmers of knowledge, teach them that reap while they sow.
They say you speak in riddles.
Posing as mortals, when in truth you live on,
Through prose and myth, music and lore.
Eternal in thought.
Gatekeeper, Peacemaker, Truth bearer, Sage.
They say you speak in riddles.
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Namaste
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