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The silence is rotten with envy With truths unfurled and fuming From behind, their steep waves of affection
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Foreword . . . He was supposed to be here before his birth in April 1991. He doesn’t know this. In the waiting area of life and death his flight was diverted to allow take off for another plane. Our grandfather. Then he arrived. He couldn’t know this, but after…
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I bear the hero’s name With a courageous smile And the same bright eyes Of his smoke-filled youth
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: About the Author William Wright, Jr. William Wright, Jr. is a student from San Diego, California who wields a great passion for language and poetry. He was sixteen years old when he first fell in love with the art form and ever since, he has not deferred from its path.…
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When will I reel back the curtains To reveal, this lost and dismal glare Trailing off into the noon’s Tender, yet chiding embrace? I only bear my stripes as a flash in the void A phenomena journeying Beyond all view Living on the charity of dusk I’m at my bravest, When the veils have fallen…
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Nostalgia sharpens itself Into a patient dagger Scheming, of the cruelest arc To repay what’s owed in blood
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Book Review William Wright Jr.’s The Slums of Nightfall reads like a modern version of a collection of works by Edgar Allan Poe, but not by any means in a cheap, knockoff sort of way. This is brilliance in words. If there ever was a book that made me feel…
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If only I would budge from the marshes From the haze of this region For the rest of my days I curse the hour I was swept astray On the tide of my enemies Babbling and slurring All their innermost battles Many worried vessels Have taken to the deep And I’ve turned them away At…
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“So near to midnight” Were the parting words of a romance In a Polaroid Nestled, in a dead-man’s pocket Before his winding way And his fearless stride From the restless joys of his past
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I’ve witnessed her silhouette On the far edge of a dream Cloaked in her infamy As my coveted ghost She’s near in the light of day With her kindred schemes Hovering in wait For me to speak her name Which vessel bears the honor Of her restless mind? Her radiant songs That yearn on repeat?
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