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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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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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Today I stared down Yet another, Winding lane that curved out of view I locked wary eyes With a life Of nameless miseries and joys; Trembling, As I inched in reverse With a reckless tongue, I could have spiraled frightened; Taken For the sweetest ride Or tricked Into a shady descent
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Congratulations to the following contributors whom have been chosen for the literary publication ESSENTIAL EXISTENTIALISM – the meaning of life. ESSENTIAL EXISTENTIALISM Contributors: Alicia Minjarez Ramírez – Nocturnal Sun, Faraway Air, Insights Amanda J. Evans – The Game of Life, Three Words, The Meaning of Life Andrena Zawinski – Another…









