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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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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Enticement ? Such a pretty young woman, her slender lithe body framed by the soft velvet red light An invitation to come into her world of delicacy She smiles, without a sparkle in her dead eyes She shines, due the resplendence of the lanterns Eighteen years old, fallen for the…
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The festival Is now just a distant gathering of voices Fading, to a midnight Church bell’s lament Some are lost to the mazes Of spent fanfare, In the unspoiled stillness, Breathing sanity at last These feral kings and queens Now engulf the sparse nights With their defiant red blaze
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I’ve never had the stomach to send this life crashing down all around me, in a fit of distress Eternity pleads, in the dead of night but I’ve never had the heart to return its bitter-cold glare The will is with me in brief when I’m swarmed by the hateful…
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It was like the steam from a pot of grits, Like melted butter Like crisp pancakes from a cast-iron skillet Like fragrant coffee A brewed fine-art, Our morning elixir Ever-scalding to the touch Like a midnight storm, The rolling thunder That shakes you awake In the daybreak of youth Like the long embrace Of a…
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There was an agile ghost in the hills He emerged in white; Snarling on all fours In the silver light of dawn He carved a lone path through the mist As a murderous hail of arrows Fell bursting off the rocks The ghostly villain Calmly weaved his way down, Unafraid of the beasts Who only…
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Winter grinds me up Into a flowing sludge, Seeping and drowsing Through the faults in the ground Winter keeps me anchored in the shadows To quietly reminisce on old storms In its still black waters But not this season On this sulfury eve Of annihilation
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