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The eyes of tomorrow are upon us Wherever we stumble; Scribbling every name, For every unanswered crime Those eyes Are never far behind, Whenever we rush to bury Any trace of our guilt
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These days She emerges in watercolors; Set free From her dreamless sleep She spreads her roots Through today’s fertile ground Beneath the honest rays, Of a new and watchful sun
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The earth is alive Pulsing with the fury of millions With a tapestry, Of ireful sons and daughters The earth is alive It quakes with every voice, Shouting down the wicked Wherever they arise
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I’ve reached a plain After a long and rugged spiral From a heavenly perch There are rows of grass Craning for the sun; Shielding the horizon As I cut through their maze Of towering shadows Will their secretive blades Turn to tall ever-greens, Or return me To the cold hard sprawl of concrete?
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People are always writing on his skin, Scrawling short proverbs And he lets them After all, their words can do no harm Someday, there will be no more Unclaimed skin And they’ll blot each other out As they bury him In their frantic swirls of ink They’ll scrap and they’ll scrawl Until he’s slipped from…
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I slid a knife across my stomach Before a wide-eyed tribe, They spoke among themselves In rapid whispers I set the blade aside And unraveled In pulsing shades of red, They recoiled from the truth So I bled out and spoiled In open display, Draining To the rapid fire of gossip Distressed No one wrestled…
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To die in her constricting arms Is a fate I’d accept; Loosening my grip On this ill-fated rock To die Again and again At her command Would send death’s true nature Away from my mind At least For a while
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Black chariots scream on end And choke every road To uphold and dispose Bloodshed is forgotten In the waft of broad stripes A beacon held high So coveted in dreams abroad In the hold of broad stripes Are diminished young hearts Where they’re molded in grime In our vise of…
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A tremendous weight Has cracked my spine in two; A gift From the open And mischievous skies I’m fused to the ground, Filling daybreak with curses, With the unspent slurs Of a passive lifetime This mindless weight Has no need for revenge It falls indiscriminate, Welding full-lives in place
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The final bridge prevailed Over tumbling white smoke, Sent out in a blast Around its concrete legs Still it rose, Unchanged By the villainous blaze As shells buried the cries Of crusaders amassed, From every selfless port, Sprawled beneath the stars They swarmed Defying, the wheeze and crack Of fanatical bullets And their guardian stood…
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