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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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Some are wide awake in the dead of night Bleary-eyed and in tatters On the long voyage home Some are well aware Of what barks in the moonlight, Of the roving packs Who lay claim to these lands They are not afraid Of what the snarls in the wild For every devilish sound Rolls ahead…
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They’ll wrestle him to the earth When the dust rises high, Obscuring his flight They will sink his stride With a quicksand embrace, Reel him through the lost years To his tarnished red roots It is all for his best For the hero’s affection So his days ramble on And defy an old curse
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Take my body to the farm I’ll lay my wounds on the ground Encapsulate my tears in honey Let the oxygen go-round Revive the laughter of my soul Revive the hope of growing old Revive the rivers flowing in my belly Revive the tongues of my trees ? Revive my…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? There is no, shortage of beggars Pleading with all Their desperate might ? Ahead the curse Of winter’s call Its ever-howling Fear-inspiring lust ? Hunger Troubles their world’s As prey within A tried and terrible foe ? The restless shame Beneath, the spires of saints Gilded and warm In…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I’ll drift like desert sands Torn up by a wind In the howling of terror When I’m far past enraged I shall leap for the fray And take to the dust In their joyous escape For nowhere For no one In that scorned frame of mind ? © William Wright,…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? If I could reminisce the morning When the heat turned up The mood was ever so gentle His kisses heightened ever peak When stimulation furled, and curled my toes Ah because… It was a moment to remember ? If I could reminisce the morning That dance beneath the sheets…
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Strangers move along On a reel of film By horse, by carriage By car, and by tram I’ve missed the bright eyes Of those transient ghosts All their worlds have dissolved In the rapids of time Those strangers move on To the rhythms they knew Drifting out of my sight Never quite Out of mind
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