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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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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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