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I’m washed ashore by the sour brine Where the sunlight pours And pelts me with truth When the well has run dry Devoid, of its merciful, murdering cure, Drained of the elixir That makes my words soar I’ll crawl through the sand, Baked brittle and sane Then rise to my feet To seek madness again
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There’s a steady gale of orchids Sweeping our beloveds Up and away Their blazing bright eyes Are fixed upon us In the memories we clutch, Relive and retread
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Bittersweet, Woven out of cloths of grey The day sails on a dreary wind The hours unreel In light and shadows, A two-toned path, A quarrel for the mind Back and forth Bittersweet Its the ebb and flow I quietly abide
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Half past midnight. I lost a wheel in the dark, Met the chatter of the wild, The metal waft of blood Two o’clock. I trudged Due west With my legs set afire, Crazed and bathed in crud and sweat Past four. I dove into a maze of fallen trees Before the snarls of death Could…
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When all light Slips the binds of my soul, I reach into the past To retrieve the summer night, When the sky was afire When I took to the hills To be silenced by glory, Its flames reaching down From its heavenly perch I carry that scene Through my furious tomorrows As the shield I…
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This solitude chills my veins And bundles my limbs With its ireful ghosts In its hideaway I shiver, Reliving every pit and snare In the forests and valleys Of voyages past
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: So closely knit Is the brave new world The daily crossfire We foolishly brave ? Bound and bowered We strive for war For the quarrels That flood The purest of hearts ? All that remains Are the wavering scores Who writhe in peril At the lash Of troubling verse ?…
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I fled To be ensnared by the woods, Cut a long path from home Into the jaws of the abyss Toward the glowing red eyes Of a new-found villain, Overcome by new thrills, The rush The agony The peril
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Strange relief descends From the silver skies, The morning is empty Spacious and calm Will it fade from my thoughts As I wade through this age Or defy the tide Of these nefarious times?
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Will my Beloved storm Ever fall to this earth, Rise up from the soil And cry out for me? Will I meet the open arms Of its sultry form, Entangled in its madness With my own songs of havoc? Somewhere, Someday Will these sweet dreams Descend?
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