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Time Burdens. Every. Step. With the weight of anxiousness Time holds on Cackling. Through. The hours. I wade up to my throat in impatience Its constant echo Pursues me through those swamps An unswerving rhythm A reminder That bashes me in place Like a railway spike Tolling in anguish At the wrath of the hammer
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Congratulations to the following contributors whom have been chosen for the literary publication of Down The Rabbit Hole. ? Down The Rabbit Hole Contributors: ? D.B. Hall – Time, Rainbow Slide, Unrestrained Dreams Ann Christine Tabaka – All Smiles – (Cheshire) Susan E. Birch – Cabbages and Kings, I Am…
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I’m not alone in this voyage To the absolute depths When every horizon is afire With faltering ships
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Was I rushed into the pale dying light Too soon Or perhaps I was dragged too late Into this strain of the present? My witless old soul, It comes and it goes, in strange intervals With a trail of eras never known I regard them as home in one moment Losing their way in the…
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Forever running low On steam, on resolve As friends, parade into valor Growing ill and discouraged At the trails of the fallen I’ll soon be among them Their swollen and silenced forms Swept aside, for the climb of the horizon If pity should flood into me Marrow deep Extinguishing, the arrogance of youth I will…
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Like a pierced sheet of glass A span of silence is shattered By a saxophone’s liberating blast An uprising blazes to life As fearless notes March from the breach of diligent horns Off to battle To the improvised clatter of madmen To the beautiful chaos they unfold To the undying uproar of praise That rings…
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Never let the well of your words Grow parched from worry Guard it, from the flare of self-doubt
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Downtown There lives a bundle of nerves Buzzing, with the talk of the day With the half-cooked tales Of the bedridden, bored and fatigued So easily skewered Through his thin-plated armor He merely, wallows in the storm Until the slanderous winds, die down Fight it or fly The former seems foreign So he spears through…
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The lights are on at home But a vagrant is digging through the silence Leaving watchful friends, none the wiser An evil is troubling the stillness Gathering The few scattered scraps of triumph I’ve earned Ever since my silent withdrawal Unaware, of the ghoulish crusade The lights beam on forever Since I’ve tumbled down the…
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