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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Jade eyes, Melting the Sahara sand, Many men had speculated, What was her hidden agenda? Being in a place like this, Dusty bar stools, Smell of liquor and tattered dreams, She seemed like a jewel among thieves, Sauntering in quietly, Up to the counter, Softly she spoke, “Have you seen…
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Born to crumble, To join the mosaic To live false and faded Shapeless and silent A palace of sand Returns to the waves, Kicked and leveled By a brave young stride The illusion must die For the life of another For a mass fever-dream On a blurry horizon
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Little blackbird, in Spanish you’re a mirlo, I hear you at dawn when the mists lie low, You are coal black & not of rainbow plume, Beak of sunshine & eyes that greet the moon, For sinning hunter, you are no trophied prize, Your pretty trilling, the first heard every…
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A spotlight sways within Seeking vital signs Nothing snarls back From the caverns below The frail beam of light Finds a hill of spoils The relics of a past Stained red with remorse The last glint of gold From a paradise above Will fade over time Leaving phantoms to thrive
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Expected marital bliss sadly amiss – Your celebratory holy matrimony seemingly momentous – A perfect testimony to love superfluous. Initial union becomes a daily communion of two souls melted – Individuality temporarily halted – Rehearsed tasks become your welcome mission, ignoring creeping denting derision. His facade crumbling as you allow…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Shielded by the dead of night? A homestead is alight With neon-colored potions and plans A lone and crooked frame Weaves back and forth Through the nurturing silence? Where his madness may grow Into an outburst of genius Where his cauldrons ignite And froth with his loathsome schemes Until, “the…
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The hallway narrows Around each treacherous bend Siphoning the life The light from his eyes Will he ever find the breach? In the ghost white walls Will the maze ramble on Until he’s tarnished and grey? This journey is the rope Slowly coiling his mind His past is but a blur Fading into a hush
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Once again, the slab of concrete, has become his bed Has repeated this so often, there are no tears left to shed He checks for his feelings but inside he just feels dead He lives in the prison of his own demise There will be no second chances no one…
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Slumber’s cool embrace Is that coveted prize, Mountains away From these weary treads Morning’s shroud and thunder, Slow the heartfelt journey With the crushing weight of their madness Beyond an ocean’s broad back Is sweet ease at last, Cradling all travelers To their well-earned rest
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I cannot rot in lowered confidence until it decomposes me It seems the only thing by my side these days is time As time fades away, it stales the moment Dry, brittle, crack feelings in its crumb-like existence Hoping it will turn into sawdust inside my mind But as the…
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