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I have had too much I’m reduced to a wandering wretch A staggering fool, chock-full of emotion I have had too much I’m reduced to a lost wavering rube In the backwoods, consumed, in the rise of his broth I have had too much But this night is so criminal and young And I’m far…
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On the day of the parade Some were easily shaken Some were razed, to the depths of themselves Some were tearful and silent On that day The same bells, that called them to arms Set out for their revenge Reverence was alight from inside that day As droves poured out in cold streams Of affection…
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I only grow fonder of silence In the trudge of conversing The hot spill of strangers All the prized words of the wise They know the ins and outs of the clouds They know the brisk wind and its promises of rain And gradually I yearn for the silence To be a servant of myself…
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I was chased through solitude By a roving band of voices Through serpentine halls And the ashes of remorse All the deeds undone were abundant Left souring in the high-noon’s light For the judges to abhor
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I have run low on fuel At a weary road’s end I have withdrawn from the skies In a fiery swan-dive I have plunged in the surf From the weight of high hopes With everything and everyone Entrusted to me
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Every year, the shopping crowds get crazier for those Black Friday and holiday deals. Parents fight for the most expensive and trendiest toys for their children who end up destroying them in a few months. Some people buy gifts just for the sake of giving, without really putting their…
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Desire, rages like a mob Overrun by the billowing fumes of its hate It siphons the world like an endless black chute Always wailing and wanting Never fully sustained The need lives on As the mind is sent scouring The need floods out Every long winding train of thought The need is a ghost Ever-present…
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I do not know where I’ve gone Every deed to my name is but a dream In the shackles of the past Somehow I was lost In an unjust fit of frustration and woe Left to wallow, in the fallout I’ve spawned There is a great mist, rising over the past As a night of…
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Time will set us ablaze Once the trees grow frail and waver Into oceans of thistle and sand
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All I am is the helpless stray So hot on her wandering trail Through the awful and balmy trees But it’s worth the dismay The bloodshed All the full nights in tears In the agony of an ego’s sure death But it’s worth every door slammed shut Her every brisk cold word of critique That…
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