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I must tie down this idle time And lock it away With a thousand other moments of refuge To revisit for shelter When the heavens well-up and explode Into a riotous, pelting rain
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I’m pursued by a distant voice, By the twisted songs Of my former self They curse every traitorous urge I conceive in the present Set aflame By my fearless stagger Into ash and oblivion
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To be reeled into the certainty of the past Onto the sands of a memory As an evening fog rolls in
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“We regret to inform you” Is the prelude To a downward spiral To the shambles of a home Consumed In remembrance These few words kill Like the fateful rounds spat At the close of a war
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So long to this sacred ground It is only dust Before a steady gale Of broken vows
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Because It burdens me with joy Sowing me deep into the cold black earth So my stomach never turns with remorse At a full life lost In the shackles of a distant dream Because It tunnels into regions unknown And I must stay true, Along, Its maddening curves I must when Its call Descends upon…
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Today, I roamed through the sewers Of a thunderous kingdom, To be free From the lassoing rays of the sun
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Congratulations to the following contributors whom have been chosen for the literary publication Microaggresion- Then & Now Microaggression Then & Now Contributors: ? Don Beukes – Preface, Diary of a Coloured Boy, The Restaurant, The Beach Xavier Smith – Microaggression, Microaggression: A Fabricated Reality Michael Griffith – Acclimation Alicia Minjarez…
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I have my own slice of the French Riviera Under bright, Caribbean skies The songs of Veracruz Disperse at high noon Behind Harlem brass Enlivened, by rumors of spring It unfolds on this day Corralled By a redwood fence
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She stands Before a lineage of heroes, Parting the darkness With her flame outstretched
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