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From afar The fires are immense A plentiful rage That savors mankind From the fairest of ground I see only villains Who pillage and kill In their flight from remorse From this heavenly perch I see only waves of dismay The farther, I sway in retreat From nothing and nowhere All these worries of the…
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Idle time Inhales, all the strengths I brandish from dawn And dispassion is swift A sinful and sickening Demise of the mind A self-imposed death By wallowing And fuming ’til sunk Time is unfazed By my flailing And faltering aims By each whimpering hope That stalls In this swamp
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Who will yearn for these years For the oil slicked seas And the slow, hateful burn of mankind? The sorrowful seeds Who will flourish by dawn Will they fervently dream Of this era long past? And what will we share With tomorrow’s new travelers? In their voyage through the lands That we’ve carved and defamed?…
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Under heel I am not much, But the mangled earth That remains In the great strides of men No mind No train of emotions No hopes to ascend To dream, to conceive, to command There are no roots In this bad patch of earth No purposeful seeds to sprout And embrace the foul world Torn…
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Disapproval Gnaws at my hide In the clutches of night As they prod the remains I have strewn Through the day I burn and I dive Alight with the worry Of a world of false notions Perhaps I have fallen Painfully short Of the prosperous son My former and shed away skin Perhaps I’ve prevailed…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: His former trials Were waning isles Amid The truth-bearing swell ? As he steamrolled on Lamenting in circles Faithfully spiraling To his last stream of breath ? His former ills Were dissolved At the tide’s Beck and call ? Diminished In the foam Of kindred hearts ? Sapped By their…
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The day devolves by the minute From a hulking beast To a scurrying pest Fear has no place Out of mind in the calm That spills from the havoc A relief That seeps And slithers in red From a day I once knew The scourge of my nights A lone terror That burned At the…
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Peace, is marooned in the clouds On the mountains I’ve forged From the mud and the stones From the slightest of knolls I have chiseled the impassable heights All the cliffs, I am destined to scale Peace of mind Is too great of a climb in these eyes That build and build Upon the mounds…
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The outliers linger in vogue As the unaware chiefs Conceiving, commanding Every stream of the world The cool and offbeat Are the formerly deplored The pitiful,the timid From an old world of woes The strange are reclaimed As the world falls behind Their full-hearted stride For the strange are in vogue Overflowing, with passion and…
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