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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Into the Burning Man ? Blasphemy courted with anecdotal perversity limitless chatter echoes through the canyon all now weeping at the sight of blind hypocrisy catching the dancing orbs with a butterfly net seeking a peace but tripping through garbage sands stained with the blood from star shards music calms…
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Aiming for a breach in the clouds, Old daydreams sputter Then roar back to life They scald me at first Then send me speeding For the humbling abyss In a fearless ascent Soaring, Detached, I’m a weightless vessel, Devoid of a captain No travelers, no crew I’m leaving them behind With their faded desires, In…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: A robin being a robin A flower without a care A person who just is For no reason just there ? Inspiring the creator Making sense of it all Touching me with depths Religions and their traps ? Have never found A bug who just bites For the blood of…
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The show must go on So we roll and we tumble To and from one another ‘Til midnight, Descends on our souls The show, It blares thoughtlessly, Night and day Outside of my fear-pocked skin I’ve missed the first act Now I’m hurrying through the vicious crowds Before the black curtain falls
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: The theme of this anthology, isn’t in any way compiled to shock our readers or to embolden our writer’s hedonistic desires beyond the realms of the actual physical truth, but to quite simply tell us factually the particulars good or bad, hilarious or sad about themselves, about dating in our…
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Not one step back, Into the winding gears of our machines Tonight, we swarm forward As a nocturnal plague As a curse throughout the land A back-alley scourge, Tussling and biting ‘Til the sirens cry murder Not one step back Into our den of sulfur The nights scream for us With a feverish hunger
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Where did she get that twinkle in her eye which melts stone within me and swirls about my head until poetry streams from my pen like moonbeams on a perfect night ? Where does she hide the flowers whose smell announces her arrival bouncing softly from eyes laughing silently…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: To thick beautiful coats of amoured hides, Elephant, hippo, rhino & knobbled crocodile, Of those who swim the depths of ocean tides, Let´s all just stop & ponder them for a while. ? Those of air, water, earth, marsupial & ovine, Of velveteen & those of hair, fluff & fuzzy…
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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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