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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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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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