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Cropped down Humbled again, By the swing of an ax, I’m thankful For the jagged wounds in my bark Cleaved to pieces again Life’s chipped away at me Now I’m lost among the stumps Burned again To flying bits of ember Then stomped into silence, I’m wedded to the soil Bound to rise again To…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Fire and Ice Both of them burn The cold and the heat Each enjoying a turn Fire and Ice Instigators of change They devour the weak In the wars that they wage Fire and Ice Stealing all of my dreams Neither are never Quite what they seem Fire and Ice…
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I can’t recall swerving off the road; And slipping out of view Into a forest Of scheming, Silhouettes and shadows Where there are no landmarks; No charitable guides To that lumbering trail, Of glaring red lights
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It sort of feels like home, In the binds of this sweater; Greyed out and fading, Day after day It sort of feels like shelter In a slow moving trap, Before its teeth have drawn blood It sort of feels like safety For now, Until All its faults fuse with mine And fewer friends have…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Foreword . . . Many moons ago I realized the power of words and how they can accurately describe the nuances of emotion. They can take a person to the highest highs, and just as easily, that person can plummet into nothingness…. just by words. It is fascinating how perception…
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.Ram through the blockade, Past the guards And their erratic shells .Take your true self by the arm .Lead them through the wide breach In their smoke-filled cell .Set a timer .Let it tick .Slip away from the fire, Into the night Beyond the long jagged wound You’ll have carved In this vital escape
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1915. He saw the outlaw leering back at him; Snapshots of Jesse James In his every reflection Until the moment he was shot down, Interned in his youth On a scarred Belgian field 1944. He’d blaze his own path into glory With his brand-new Tommy gun His new moniker: Capone Until he bled away, Just…
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I remember The open plains Racing away From the passenger window How Texas rambled For ages and ages, Before we slowly simmered In Louisiana’s stewpot Past Mobile And her unmet embrace Through to Georgia’s faint screams Within the fires of autumn I recall the warp speed Of her heroic son The rush and the landing,…
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Paces from annihilation The air is sweeter, The world is brand new And shines bright in my eyes Paces from the cliffside, From midnight, I pause and I savor What I no longer fear and despise
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Desolation, Spills from the slopes Of a snow-capped peak, Beneath a slow-burning day The land is shedding, Leaving islands of thistle In an ocean of fire, Where deception lives To tear me asunder It is constantly Guiding me astray, Toward the wavy illusions that emerge From the charred dreams I carry
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