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A chest is sinking in the mud, Swollen to its brim with rumors Of a paradise turned to sand Its secrets won’t be moved, It will not spring open In spite of your straining, The rage setting you afire All for the sake of knowing; For a bittersweet truth For a slice of the heavens…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ‘Next June, The Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand, heir apparent, in his capacity as Inspector General of the Austrian Army will attend the summer maneuvers of the Sixth District Army to be held in Bosnia. A visit to Sarajevo will follow ending on the 28th of June…’ newspaper clipping. ? The…
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I have lost someone vital to me Will you help me find them, Wherever they’ve planted Their serpentine roots? Something’s come loose Will you keep me in place Before I fall, Asunder and suddenly confess? My dreams are but a sea of ash and bone Will you help me clear a path To the forests…
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I willfully invert myself In her pitch black stare Cast out, From a distant cluster of stars Again and again I invert myself In her wounding glance, When I’ve died there before
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? The world Overflowed with rage Unleashed in panicked streams For the gutters of his mind ? And all too soon He staggered In the curves of his youth Drunk On the fumes of mankind ? In his hollow gaze Was the stroll of kin For whom he lovingly strained…
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He is often overcooked, When the day disintegrates; Cooling off beneath the stars On a nocturnal cloud, Chasing clarity Around and around in his mind Until he’s tethered in place When his scorned reveries Have finally frozen over, He’ll be dragged underground Filled and content with never knowing
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I felt the rumble I saw the blast I fell, Slashed open By a thunderous wind Deafened and rattled, I soared from the encircling flames On the back of a blood-stained stretcher Severed in one move, From the weary moans of old friends, I was rocked to sleep, By the quick-march of saints
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Until this morning, I could only stomach dreams Of homeward tides Now two enclosing arms Stretch out on the horizon, Cloaked in evergreens Now the shrieks and snarls Of a new land is rising, Reeling me in, To its kingdom of vipers
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: It is only a dream That thrashes around In a hellfire arc Each day The illusion consumes With a sickly greed For our fragile yearnings Our failings and fears Perhaps we’ll awaken To luxuries unknown Or in a vessel restored At the ready, for a world re-spawned Who knows Without…
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There’s a melody I can’t shake loose From the branches, Sprouting in the dark of my mind A full drawer of sonnets Folded and frayed After many nights lost, Retracing my steps A sprawling universe Of twisted roads, Weaving over and under For a star-crossed dream
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