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I become a stream Of hate-filled whims All down the hillsides In their twists and their bends From the snow-capped years That remained so still Where thunderous dreams Unfurled, for the mind Down From a devious winter Where the new spring engulfs The ire of my words To encourage, the surf to swell With the…
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October, seems quiet and fair In its swaths of red And golden embers That lasso the dawn I am given over To its cool gray wisp Where the mind may travel On the rails, through the wild To the draw of autumn Then the stillness of winter I fervently give my all To receive The…
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Noctilucent The word erupts And rings in my ears As it roars from the minds Of the brilliant A great and godly word The pride of the heavens That roves and coasts Through the night The brave are born of its fiber Impervious to all To the swarm of all worldly And man-made trials
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Carrying the unknown From the glare of first light It cries and it cries Until the world Is but a blur to endure It sows Every word of disdain That thoughtlessly Strays and impales It feeds Until it billows and foams With our villainous days And curses each mile With strife Until beauty Is but…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR Scott Thomas Outlar spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. What that means, essentially, is that he lives a simple life in the suburbs outside Atlanta, Georgia where he enjoys reading,…
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He cares so little From the cracks of the earth Low and forgotten With ease Some gave their all To salvage their kin A bottle-dwelling scourge Of scum and squalor To pry nothing more Than decay The fragments of youth That he yields, to the hungering depths Denial is lost From the vise of his…
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Say what you will I am deathly afraid As I sway, uninvolved In the fearsome display of mankind Can I live When I’m wholly consumed in myself? As sorrow, rampages outside Can I live When I’m faithfully sullen? In rippling disorder As the voices ascend And so gradually die I am hardly alive In each…
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Nothing is owed On this road in decline Tribulation, is swift And dulls with time Dying Is done with ease As the valiant live on, to scrap For their rations of peace Still, beauty unfolds Along, this terrible way A fate, worth braving the rage
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So helplessly, I yearn From this drifting barge To the dark water’s cull In vain I slave for the shores of home As I’m violently Jolted away, to sink Where the open skies Yield nothing at all For miles and miles Emblazed with light Where the fires of hell Engulf each day Giving way To…
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