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Wartime fades Into a nightly occurrence Into a shadowy tempest That claws, at the fabric of day It feeds on the silence Leaving whole lives undone Long after its wrath Still it plunders, still it maims and kills
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An explosive melody Fosters, familiar sights and sounds Where our fortune once was Where we ought to live again A world of old friends rushes back With their overdue words of welcome As the verses coast on Through the deep dismal night There are affluent memories Filled,with a timeless fury The glory, the passion, the…
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It is a long vault across the night Where the shadows, hunger and plead Where eternity dwells all around As the conqueror of all living things Lunging forward takes strength And flying seems brief The falling,eternal Then you’re clear across, in the dim glow of morning Crawling to your stature Reclaiming, every terrified breath
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Some friend they have in me Who’s in love and in jeopardy Again and again No words, can sway them from disgust For all the moments facedown And quietly afloat They are all well past their hour of need So full of my words, always wanting for more Than just deeds half-done
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Morning light gives birth, To the sun-bathed mountains afar, Armed only, with thistle and madness. When the high-noon’s hatred has passed, They are so kind to cool And cool Into deep shades of blue. Until motionless sets in my bones, Like a cold dead weight And I’ve stalled inside failure’s shadow. I’m spared over for…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Daily I sway In their scowling shadows Far above The earthbound womb ? In slanderous words I coil Braving their might The scorn Of their fearful refrain ? By daylight’s hand I sway and turn Wrung dry Depleted and cold ? Extinguished too soon By each foul And tormented…
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There was a late autumn shower When the battles died down, From havoc, to bones, then mud The war had grown solemn and quiet And every shredded white flag was set free For all the young shallow graves In that late autumn shower A struggle was lost And the seeds of its vengeance, Were carefully…
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The day is still timid and young And every trial and treasure Awaits, in a shroud of a million unknowns So I will tread with caution
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Dare to make it real The swerve of your moss-covered trail On its way to the throes of your passions Draw it, from out of your mind To be truly beloved To be worn, with constant affection Dissipate the fog Let it starve, let it wane To the honest blue skies Let the clarity of…
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