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So many joys deferred And flaming red Watch them burn All through the dusk What a shame As cinders take flight Remembering, in full What life should have been So many waning hours Toppled over with promise As food for thought For the scouring eyes And minds of tomorrow
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There is only static In the haze of their words Like the front lines of old They grow weathered, and die To come alive in sleep To bury each dawn in the ashes An impossible, refrain to shake Now a mist rolls along Through life’s precious joys Ensnaring the many In sloth and well-wishes for…
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Every bridge disbands in the surf For I’ve torn out their screws And I’ve kicked away their limbs For I bring about misery this day With a mind in revolt As a lone hijacker of the moments Once gracious and calm I fuel the decay From the haze of my wants and woes At the…
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We’ve heard But we hardly know We speak, enraged Never stalling to breathe ‘Till we strain for a wisp In the upswell of anger No mercy in our words For our fellow man’s a fool Who couldn’t possibly know We cascade like dams In a thunderous decline And surge with distress With venom and vile
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Nothing will bring him back From the war-scarred hills Where he’s ground to a pulp Each night His widened world of hopes Set sail long ago For the terror of shrapnel That claws at his mind Every traveler deceives In his scouring eyes As he roams to the brink And a fearsome descent
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Life draws to a generous halt In the effortless crash That cradles And drowns all the mad All the sorrow That preys in the silence Is doomed to the waves A refrain that kills, and cures Trudging ashore I am granted new life The untiring Vigor of youth Forever embraced on land By the furious…
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A soldier fades to black Consumed by himself By the fall of mankind Forever unfazed By the whistling bombs The machine guns glowing And hot with revenge Nothing lives in his eyes Through the quake of the ground As he drowses in fear Coming to, in the dark In the void of himself With no…
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Perhaps I am reeling And wallowing inside Displaced, from a safe patch of ground Or I’m purposely unbound With a great fear of rotting As a rust-cradled ship On the shores of death Perhaps I foam And I reek of peril As the bombs fall in mind A whistle, then a crash Then fire, then…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Until My insides are swollen Bursting at the seams With the world’s Most fearsome song ? Until I have my fill Of trolley car anthems Brimmed With heartless passersby ? Until my eardrums Quake from the throes Of bygone Thundering ghosts ? Until the agony Prevails, over all I’ll…
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