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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: A bassline, soothes And warms my bones As I glide For a melody’s swarm A daily elixir That calms the frantic That favors the sick And reclaims the fallen The bassline soon fadesBehind, a thunderous new dawn Of drums A stern call to arms So I fearlessly march With this nurturing shroud With the bravery of verse In the favor of…
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Honest reveries emerge From the flood of shadows I struggle in their currents Toward the grey shores of dawn There are serpents in the water Coiling and biting In the ruling tempest, Spinning out enraged But a stillness must prevail From the mires within me At the silver sunrise, Where hellish dreams Dissolve
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These fearsome words pour and pour Through the twisted flumes Buried under my skin From a generous era Flooding my stomach With an army of ghosts, To wage war in my skull Through this timeless affliction Hymns ring with new beauty Igniting my path On this voyage from dusk
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We are the smoldering aftermath The black footprints from the ashes We’re the crumbling fortress In a frontier’s embrace We are the soft weathered prayers From a wavering pulse Flying honest and plain Towards a silent hereafter All of this we’ve become Beneath the toll of our clock Every promising year Hurried by us forgotten
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The evening After the inferno There were dazed legionnaires Filing their way home Hobbling and cursing They were burned and blood red Clothed in charred black ribbons In their badges of courage Beyond siblings they’d lost Ghosts screaming and thrashing In the hills of ashes They rekindle their words Their ways each night
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The old and formidable rock Twirls on and on Never slowing to the cries Of joy or distress Despite the orange flames, Crawling along Its moss green skin Despite the dins of battle Boasting east and west The formidable rock Outlives our pained cries Despite the oath’s we’ve sworn Clawed deep into its hide This…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: his songs sink deep into my soul the music and lyrics move my body and mind his melodies sooth the chaos of my days and nights bringing euphoric feelings to light the Prince with the purple heart filled to overflowing with love a talent that may never be out shined…
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Terror, in the womb of night How does a soul sleep? When swollen with mayhem; With worldly chatter “Yea though I walk” Is the eternal Psalm On the edge of my lips My saving refrain Terror On the verge of a total collapse Annihilation greets softly Then coils my throat Terror On the verge of…
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I’ve lost something, A frayed and ink smudged page, It falls to the fire Kept kindled through this night Or someone A companion A northern exile Drifting further each moment As the icecaps shed Precious time erodes With the promised terrain The bright thrills of adventure Of some sealed off tomorrow
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The mountainous shame of the past Cascades in the brine In the rolling crests of Caribbean tides Its shades of green Have a curing embrace, Drawing in the brave steps Of an aimless endeavor The warm mercies of the gulf Roll and ramble each dawn Washing out the pained cries, Of one phantom desire
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