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Today, was an open sewer It retained endless rivers of filth All the castaway grime of the world But still I was content, in spite of my stumbling In spite of peeled skin And the sudden rush of blood Savoring each breath, in a full thankful pause I perceived and I dreamed Through the cracked…
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As the autumn nights grow more dense I am urged to wander and wonder For the miles of frigid black silence To rest beneath the death-ravaged trees On a moonlit isle Amid the seas of the snarling unknown These nights will bleed into winter And fuel a most nightmarish swell That will drown the content…
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Silhouettes of untimely death Become present in all places Fresh graves, dug far and wide, in the night Is every noise an occurrence in the mind? Or an unknown, grizzly demise That stalks, with a murderer’s desire? Hang close to your dismal light To the lone fading glow That may see you to dawn
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Before a shrine of orchids, in the dead of winter Few voices are astir and cling To the tatters of life Their words tread softly, so withered and bare Seldom spared In a calm and gradual whisper All their melodies coalesce And glide through the morn Through procession’s of black To the lone dark grave…
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I’m the fast-fading isle of peace Where the rogue waves converge In their rally with death
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The fall of rain was sudden and frigid On an afternoon stroll among friends Wide-grins and all And we could not be bothered We swung, we sang As the broad gray skies overflowed In their brief spell of sorrow We carelessly sped Through the rust-coated steel of our past And were spared, from the grief…
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The world is the author of these words Not I Its rivers roll through With their songs of creation and wrath Tragedy is a guide For every stroke of this pen In the long spacious hours, when I’m fed with despair Life composes the vitriol I spit Every curse, every ballad of blood Was never…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Crash and burn Was the iron toll Hoisted High and proud ? A shadow cast Far and wide The tyrant of tired eyes ? Each fearful step Each mishap spawned Was a cause To burrow within ? To crash and burn In lethargy’s hold Full With timeless remorse ?…
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Time just edges along Causing arms to outstretch And tired young faces to wince Today, the world rushes by In the shroud of their cold-dead eyes Every sound, a death rattle before silence Every generous new breath is forgotten The bounty of this life, overlooked In the haughtiness, of a teary-eyed yawn
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It only gets better, my friends A new plain slate will unfold for us all As we reclaim our bearings In the death, of our trials by fire My friends A day will soon flower That will silence our groans Every colorless sigh of dispassion It’s a promise That strays from my voice Wearily, roving…
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