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Lightning cracked my facade As I wandered from shore; Drawn into the green To a remedy in the waves They rolled from a tempest, Battering my legs And boiling the gulf Turning nightmares to sand I was drawn to the charms Of the West Indies gale Again and again To their balmy “goodnight”
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All’s calm on the western voyage My long spell of worry Has swelled into courage I slurred my confessions Until I was spent, Unraveled and received By kindred brown eyes Now the marshes await With its trail of old bones Singing cold melodies As I stumble back home
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Ink bleeds out onto the paper The room is sticky hot I’ve got a pit down in my stomach It’s tied up all in knots Years went sliding through my fingers Lines look deeper in my skin Age is gaining some momentum Turns out that death is what I…
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How many times Have I cruised into a comforting denial Letting shadows prevail And swallow the world? How often have I sailed to that misty shore, With the bounty of kin, The weight of good friends lost? How will I be maimed this time Where will I be dashed And sown back to life?
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A shroud falls over the city, An untimely mist Spilling down through the gutters Through the alleys of my mind So I wage war in reveries While hushed and entranced; Hands conjuring and scrawling For a sliver of light ‘Til the streetlamps blaze With their burning red malice And this silver summer day Is purged…
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The walls of his caverns preach Til sunlight pours Through their serpentine faults In the dark they mourn Over full lives fallen From his young iron hands; Branded by death The ceiling leers down Holding back the night sky, The full weight of lost battles Meant to fall with rage And turn him to dust
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An ambient storm sweeps over When the engines rev And thunder to life The clouds come apart yielding moonlit roads To a haven I’ve lost Among greyed memories I am lassoed to sleep By a wordless song, As the past ebbs and flows With the brine of today And no one intrudes As time unfurls,…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? The smoke plumes have withered away But at what cost? A sword, is returned to its sheath But the nights still teem with the lost ? War is no game I’ve been told, Yet that is the way it’s often sold, Those who believe it may find a fate,…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? A mountain flares to life With the rolling blaze Of a beastly curse ? Serpentine He glows with crimson scales Enraged At the steel-plated swarms In their thundering assault ? They are meant To spare what remains Of the scorched sprawl of home Their ever-green shires In despair ?…









