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I refused to be ensnared To disappear In your web of despair I refused To be driven under; Crashing through your maze Of hysteria and shame I refused Now I too grieve In the span of silence, Before the lasso of a dream
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Hungry and on the run With holes in her jacket With danger on the prowl, Throughout her haunted mind A calling never wavers Its pulse never wanes It remains At the bottom Of her ragged knapsack It is folded and yellowed, Awaiting sunrise When the earth is most fertile, When the all-clear is rung
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I miss the white locks of her hair How they fell around me As a welcoming shroud How the hours took off into a fearsome abyss The higher she rose, Blotting out the sun With her steeple of smoke I miss the seclusion, The breathless ascent, The encircling fog, And the bittersweet decline
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I once defied the pull of the earth Now I fight from its womb As I claw for the sun I once reached the clearing in a forest Of bereaved and barren trees; Plucked clean By a deathly breeze And now they rise above My buried crusade; Flourishing in the rays That hunt for my…
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Solitude, is always sweet to me When it charms me in To its thoughtful embrace But my solitude, Isn’t what it seems At its merciful curtain, In its siren song My solitude lets loose, Its foaming hounds of hell To chase me throughout The dark chambers of my skull
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Pain-stricken faces emerge From this maze of headstones; Reuniting old friends An infernal crime Now rumbles in the east On a guilty retreat; Chased away By the bereaved
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Relaxation, had latched itself To his turbulent frame; Spun around him Thrice over, Til he offered up a sigh Relaxation Had ground his bones into dust And he crumbled with a smile, On his hazy descent
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Ideals have seized the day How they churn our minds To mulch So the youth, will surpass us all Through the ruins Through our troubles long past May they climb From the tremor and grime Of these fear-ridden times May they nourish their words To the full bloom of brilliance…
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He lives, like a kite without a string; Swept up by any breeze, Constantly cleaving all ties to his name He soars in the moment, Gradually sinking To the weathered wreckage Of his former self
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The fires now rise in the west Leaving mountains of cinders To climb in their wake A bittersweet silence lurks In the burned-out husk of a city; Pursuing the flames On their murderous path
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