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Wavering in the heart of youth At the mouth of a bottle Distilled reveries Free the mad world from orbit The unreeling is swift A savory descent To a paradise of vines To walled gardens of vice The mayhem is a killer A demise in the shadows Set centuries apart From the mercies of today
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Tranquility dissipates To the squawking buzzards Circling above in shades of blue They cry out for the boy below Aged twelve Still adrift in a dream Sunbathed and quiet Their hellish refrains Thrive in him unafraid As the cruel apparitions Who pursue him in his sleep
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Far from the tremors of hunger From the gathering storm Golden steeples toll And send me to sleep I’m unscathed, yet tired Cleaved from my roots From the mobs of lost kin Who greet the night hollow Dying often in peace While they sift and they search In the centuries beyond My abundant roads
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? All the best For her bountiful days As she steamrolls poised From shore to shore ? All the very best For whom she seeks Housed in their valor And forged in dismay ? And yet the shadows Lurk, in each rose-laden verse I dispense Bitter-cold and false ? All…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Brenda-Lee Ranta composed her first poem at the age of seven. Throughout her life, she used prose as a means of logging her experiences in a life which has been under ‘constant construction.’ Amazing to her, is that at the age of 58, CTU Publishing Group published her first book,…
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Fatigued, on a noiseless day We nod back and forth Between empty songs And the witchery of sleep We fight for sunlight Then slide silently, To our havens in the shade To our purest of desires To be brought back to life, In the shadow of the world Having lost our spark Our lone chance…
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Carved into hemispheres Into regions for the few They sow the daydreams Native only to their hearts I’m crowded I’m bustling with a world of strange notions; Fighting off the mad swell Til my voice falls in tatters There’s an uprising thriving Not far from the surface, Plotting to erupt And to bury me in…
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Burned out Leveled and bare The daybreak searches Finding few signs of life After yesterday’s thunder, The flash in the night No honest heart can speak, Nothing rises from the havoc Yet the emptiness spills, It seeps down the road To be filled once again With the low toll of loss
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: 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…
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Going over Under and through, An exhaustion creeps, Nothing sparks in the mind And weeks trail by Around and around Few pass my way, Their joyous refrain “Never think. Just stride” I’ll stray from this loop For the rabid abyss; On the hunt for the spoils Of a stranger’s war
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