Bora born
Heyoka's run _
Narcissism of covert means
breathes no sigh of relief it seems
when empath's true come out to play
no sucker punch to make their day.
Sensates may feel by some decree
their world revolves on bended knee
they sense, emote, yes that is true
yet the empath has more to do.
They sense the same as all the rest
all put their feelings to the test.
Sensates succumb you may say, while
an empath sees the light of day.
Through all manner of deadly sins
they walk the talk of where they've been.
Their moral spirit guides the way
cheap talk won't see the light of day.
Friends to all, take it or leave it
time tasters of whatever fits.
The heyoka mob stand the heat
no spinning wheels found under feet.
They sense narc traits in all of us
a mirrored bowl to touch us up.
What better way to breeze the day
than reflect the pattern at play.
The malignant narc struts on by
thempla heyokas give a sigh.
No authority given up
a free pass to coventry sucks.
Instead they prefer not to run
the game to play is more than fun.
Like cold water off a ducks back
immune they are to narc attack.
How do they feel this strange mob
immune to narcs empathic loss.
They don't take it personally some may say
when their tyres hit the road in an informed way.
- O -
© 20th july 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
breathes no sigh of relief it seems
when empath's true come out to play
no sucker punch to make their day.
Sensates may feel by some decree
their world revolves on bended knee
they sense, emote, yes that is true
yet the empath has more to do.
They sense the same as all the rest
all put their feelings to the test.
Sensates succumb you may say, while
an empath sees the light of day.
Through all manner of deadly sins
they walk the talk of where they've been.
Their moral spirit guides the way
cheap talk won't see the light of day.
Friends to all, take it or leave it
time tasters of whatever fits.
The heyoka mob stand the heat
no spinning wheels found under feet.
They sense narc traits in all of us
a mirrored bowl to touch us up.
What better way to breeze the day
than reflect the pattern at play.
The malignant narc struts on by
thempla heyokas give a sigh.
No authority given up
a free pass to coventry sucks.
Instead they prefer not to run
the game to play is more than fun.
Like cold water off a ducks back
immune they are to narc attack.
How do they feel this strange mob
immune to narcs empathic loss.
They don't take it personally some may say
when their tyres hit the road in an informed way.
- O -
© 20th july 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
Author's notes are here.
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