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Their blood red shovels tear a path To the ruptured well, To the black artery Rushing back to his roots As the moonlight mourns Gleaming cold in the dark Cruel travelers, cleave down Into the truth-bearing rapids They’ll disperse as his friends In the eagle-eyes of dawn, Leave the old earth scarred, Shedding rumors of…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: There’s a new wave of huddled masses Streaming through our ports Strangers, who bear the full weight of our fears “Drive them away” Is the war-cry of so-called natives From the sons and daughters of old travelers “Terrorist” Is scrawled over every proud name Every doctor, every teacher, every wide-eyed…
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Wading through the reeds and vines In the dark heart of autumn Where the fog rolls to shore Each back-breaking dusk I bleed the earth dry Each criminal voyage Weighed down and swollen With its far and wide spoils I set fire to those nights Sent adrift with new friends Filling daylight with treasures We’ll…
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The house, With the dead potted plants Creaks and moans all night, Many tired eyes are drawn To the dwindling pyre The house, Overflowing With years of neglect, Sits rotting in the sun Leading travelers astray That house will be lost In the clutter of the past, Undone by the footsteps That left her for…
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Beneath the cartwheeling stars I veered from the road, Ensnared in the flow Of a new underworld I strayed from the reach Of a spent young love, Love sown in the east The cross-fire of sorrows Tomorrow lives underground Ablaze as love sleeps Fading from the full hearts Of its aimless captives
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Meet me at the crossing Of borrowed time, I’ll tell you about freedom, About illusion, The bane of life… A life where Stereotypes run rampant Your skin makes you a target Religion purges the evident… If a heart were bullets, My arsenal would set you free But you see, They’ve…
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Was it all a dream, Rushing away Through his plastic eyes In his infinite stare of peace at last? “Where did it come from?” His fading refrain On the night he spiraled Into a sulfury grave A life once feared Came crumbling undone, The villainous giant He had slain with remorse
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It quakes, The glowing furnace from the night before The scalding wound Breathing fire in the day They chatter and moan The night’s whirring gears Trapped leagues underground Blazed red for years But torches will rise From that infernal grave And trail into the dark To set their homes alight
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The golden mane of Saturday Sent shadows scattering To the faultlines in the road Its burning lasso Pried them from the night, Iron sons and daughters Glowing and revving For the payout at dawn Its royal mane Restored them all To fragile flesh Breathing free at last
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Distilled to mere flesh and bone? Our mortal wounds? Divulge, our timeless concern ? Courage, seems all for naught Before thunderous roads? In want For our fragile forms? In the prime ?? Of these loathsome days? We bower in tune? In kindred dismay? Yet ever-more stern? We remain? In our…
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