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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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On a morning stroll through the haze I was seized by a draft Of morbid concerns How the earth piles higher and higher How we’ll take to the sea In a gust of ash and bone On a morning stroll Through an acre of stones Where a lone steeple tolls For the dearly beloved I…
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Moving at a steady pace I crave understanding To know and to live in full I stall Time after time For each new joy For the streets that ebb And flow and ignite Each nourishing pause Sows the promising seeds Of these times To be brilliantly, bravely retold
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No soul on this earth Is owed the whole of your mind Every newly claimed moment of life Your power ensnares And swells the beloved As you grovel and writhe And you give To encourage their pride No soul is worthy Of your arsenal of rage Of your long trails of sorrow That bend through…
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He is constantly crowded With the senseless snarling of hounds The butchering The clawing of our time He’s a fool Overrun in secret With a cool, youthful grin Concealing, his villainous ways Caught In the web within Is an iron will A hateful day in flames
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