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It feels as if my stomach is roasting Over open flame, Blistering and turning In agony’s sick reign Day in and day out My pulse runs astray, Like a foaming rottweiler Who has broken its chain
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I burn to ash and bone Every once in a while Set off, By an attic full of faulty wires Some nights I crumble To a blanket of ruin When my inner world shivers From the mites of unrest But I will sail away In a heartless daze When the ocean’s rise up, And extinguish…
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We’re shielded from the bright eyes of ancients From their canopy of flames, They burn forgotten In a cold wilderness The vital lights we shed Leave them glowing in vain, Shunned by our towers Encrusted with pride Is there any place left Where the shadows grow long, Where they fan out and flourish Under a…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I breakaway, into a beautiful silence When the era grows too warm And it mindlessly scalds Breaking through, to the coast Where the free-flowing thoughts All converge To rage through eternity’s depths I too must swim From the singe of these years Letting emptiness expand And envelop my frights ?…
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The lights in my eyes grow dull In this nightmarish region, When the ghosts I carry All sing and rattle in their rusted chains When they lay the bait Of my rotten desires, Before the coiling vipers Who’ve lured me inside Of their killing embrace, Night after night
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He can smell sin burning Just beyond the week’s Steep and jagged peaks And his stomach is rumbling With a villainous hunger The white smoke climbs, And it strains to welcome This traveler who strides In hopeless pursuit He’s always nearly on the cusp Of his greatest escape, Never meeting the thrill Of spilling down…
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I’m still afraid, Even after the rolling hills, The towering, blood red cliffs The murderous ravines Left to bake beneath a sinister sun I’m still amazed By eastern seas of gold By their grain waves cresting In a silent summer breeze I’m still enraged By the swift hands of death How they scheme, how they…
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Grinding to a much needed halt Beneath a seething red star, I wring out my thoughts, And backslide into a trance The universe unreels In long columns of black, As the silence expands, And softly urges me to wander
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Too bad for me, In these busy and electrified times I’ve been spoiled rotten, To a caramelized sludge Too bad For this sacred son, Up ended on his silver throne, By a childhood monster Too bad for him And his swollen gut, That bulges and pulses With Cold War spoils
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The skies were whistling through the night Leaving rows of cinder For the silver light of dawn The skylines of the world Shared a harmony of grief As their searchlights burned At their iron-oppressors Every red patch of soil Quaked for revenge; Howling and moaning Through a deluge of fire
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