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How will passion ever find me If I’m jailed in anguish? Exiled, to the shadowy corners of myself
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I can feel it Crawling in my head Like a spider in a can Weaving a web A trap Capturing the light I once had I can sense it In my veins Like Vernon Slowly driving me insane Regret Shame Self-blame My thoughts are no longer The same It sneaks…
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I aspired to scream from the heavens In a meteoric death Cast off, With the scraps I had gathered in life I craved a demise fit for kings And the rippling mantras of praise From admirers past I once dreamt of falling And the humbling crash Beneath the full weight of hubris Now I only…
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We’d spill into an afternoon daze Ensnared by a reverie Spinning out, like galaxies in the void As we shiver In constant rapture
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Fragments of sorrow interlock Over a wilderness of flaws To part in the moments of cheap satisfaction, I cherish them all However shallow and brief
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Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics: “Ali Over Liston” by Igor Semekol you wore the big belt and carried your medals through the vigorous years of my life so I made you my champion adopted you for my own smart-ass demigod colliding with culture and crashing convention and I hung up your face on those…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? When nights collide Wedged frames skate over, I feel hard and small ? My knees are nickels Filled with the lord’s song, Travelling eastward, ? Never mind their laughter Never mind their eyes ? I’d seen maddening meteors Fiercely roam, Her spirit restless Bitten by fanatics Suicidal proclivity ?…
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A token black male Before a host of encroaching eyes They comb, through the twists and turns Of my locks Suddenly I’m statuesque An obelisk, inscribed with the psalms Of proud forefathers I’ll take heed of my treads For one careless stumble Could send me to the cliffs Where I’ll fall through the centuries Rattling,…
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High dreams of gold and silver Are but distant regrets, Facedown, in the brine of eternity
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Shattering windowpanes To evade the flames I’ve fathered In a sudden gust of panic I’ll move into a fresh frame of mind Until the smoke fills the attic From a new breed of losses Then onto another Set aglow in some far away dawn Where I will snake away from the ashes Of its furious…
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