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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? How do we tell The story of our lives? With a thousand pictures Behind our eyes? What words define The steps we take to our graves? Does the drumming Of our heartbeat tap out The rhythm of our pain? As time washes through us Like leaves in the Autumn…
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Cyclones spin on the verge Of these sacred backwaters, With a black armada Of thunder and rain For weeks I’ll be stranded From the burning mainland Where all homes are alight, By the truths they desire I’ll retrieve myself; The lost child in the marsh Who slipped from my mind Many nights ago, Still he…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: It is a crazy mixed up world we live in ? Redesigned from a kinder mono-past Exclusive to the souls forgiven And I’m an iconoclast Locked out of the monolith Lumped into a modern myth You can see me with… ? Different strands from fixed up pearls surviving Out of…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Love burns without prior warning or even manifests itself just by finally locking eyes with the right one, however long it takes to find each other in this vast ocean of humanity – A smile a touch an accidental skin brush ignites a spark momentarily disintegrating the dark –…
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After the shooting flames, When the ashes soar high I sprawl on and on, Nothing stirs in me for miles But I’ll teem again As a forest of pines, Before June’s hellfire Even gleams from afar
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Colors of death surround me ? A sick and twisted beauty ? I’m so empty ? You see right through me, ? Callous is Autumn’s song ? © Sarah Lamar King Excerpt from the book Melancholy’s Autograph $11.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com About…
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A nest of angry wasps Rages in my chest As the nights creep closer To a fatal dawn To a call to arms To a hail of arrows To a love bled dry And picked apart, Beneath the high noon sun
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I perch in pensive self-confinement here atop the western bastion surrounded by heavenly hues of gold, orange and tangerine they encompass me another wasted glorious sunset spent watching feathered acrobats of the sky performing their winged aerial feats. ? No regretful tears just a morbid dryness about my eyes that…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Starving my art. Society played its part. Dousing my creative spark. Changing my drive to park. Keeping my colors in set lines. Stunting my mentally growing mind. Coalescing me up for conformity crimes. Setting the standards for selling my time. But my blood didn’t come from the elite line. So,…
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Maybe I’m just a pawn in a fever-dream A distant reverie, Burning at the core of my withering host What will become of me In her majesty’s ruse? Down the twists and turns Of her tormented mind? Will I sink with poise At the ghostly hour Of her silver sunset? Or finally, slip from her…
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