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The words of the gods on high Were like pollen today, Scattering and sprouting Into fields of mosaics Their harmonies took flight And they doused the whole world Like embers in the night Sowing fires for tomorrow Drawing droves from their roles With their heaven-bound songs, With fragrances of home Amid the cyclones of fall
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If I could I too would roll away Into the riotous surf To be swept eastern bound To a sun-ravaged isle Where I’d crumble to sand, Rise whole and renewed To the melodies of kings I too must fall And climb to myself Into the quietless stranger I should have become
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He used to charge for the rolling hills When his dreams boiled over And the sunlight poured and poured In abundance He would pedal He would slide, Screech the whole way down, He would scream with delight All those Saturdays ago Always scraping and tumbling To the red flare of dusk With his tired eyes…
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The sky’s become a red-hot omen Branding my skull With its fevered dreams Of infernal seas Too soon we’ll all dance Entirely consumed By the embers we fought The ones thought forever lost Too soon we’ll all thrash And blister the same Then burst at the seams With its seething white light
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Some night we will collide As a hail of glass As a collage Of precious metals Some day we will collide When anarchy brews In our raging blood And burns out our whits We must collide Into our long lost selves Into the eras before, We knew sunlight
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Somewhere, far from home Is a slithering column Of brawn and machines They weave through lost cities All swarming with ghosts And they grind them to dust To breathe free once again But a deathless refrain Rises high with their smoke “We will all reunite Only paces, Down the road”
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Leave it spare Leave it raw and unspoiled Let the story unfold In just a few modest words You have sung every ballad, Preached a sermon from the stars Set your inkwell ablaze On your route to mankind Let the legend free-fall, Page by page Every hard-day of battle Every full night of rapture
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A sweltering, mangy grey coat Was his armor for the day On the wind swept plains Born from his dark mind There was no course set Nothing scrawled on his maps His chorus begged him to “go” Over the crest and beyond In his woolen grey shield In the brisk wake of spring Before a…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? An angel without wings ? Where my compass buries me ? Laments capture night ? In the darkness, ? Laid to rest. ? © Sarah Lamar King Excerpt from the book “My North Star Misled Me” $11.95 Plus Shipping – Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com About the…
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Can I be the stone in the path On this road choked with travelers With strange passersby? Have I ground to that stop On this thunderous highway Where this life quakes and cleaves Itself Apart? I have yet to be still In the crashing waves So I’m constantly adrift In their mosaic swarm Of friends…
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