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Nightmares are always in motion Like rising smoke From the ruins Of a troubled Yet triumphant past
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Photo Credit: Pixabay.com ? Kissing the Rain ? ? They sky suddenly became dark; the devils soul present ? Dark heavy clouds pregnant with malice, suddenly unleash hypnotic sonic booms ? His deep hidden anger; sets tornado’s loose to roam free ? Tension releases jagged bolts of lightning, aiming specifically…
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There is no sigh of relief as the gun smoke fades A man slumps forward Tethered to his stake Their accusing ropes Claw deep into his wrists For his passionate crimes Uttered only in darkness Though he’s fastened to death The rage of the masses Will quake unafraid Given over to a plague Beckoning, Revolt
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? His time Was better spent languishing In the bittersweet foam And bone-white silence ? Beyond The full-heart chorus of kin Rife With their myths Of unfettered pride ? His time Was better spent Drowsing in peace ? Beyond His fellow man’s lash Their verse Ever-lively, yet stale ? His…
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A deep and deliberate breath Before the gates burst open With the gushing turmoil of dawn A prayer For the swathes of the desperate Who will moan and lament from their ashes Night after night And a welcoming heart Steeled for eternity’s rage Pulsing With the chorus of “march”
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There was a lone boat In the seam of the earth and the sky And a full life silently drowsing Torched by noon A sailor swayed to the ocean’s rhythms Nudging him along, into a well-earned rest A line was cast As he basked in his refuge of oak Savoring, the shades of summer No…
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Sworn to a family name I drift to the east Where broad deserts flame Then fade, into the ever-green south
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The songs of elders Drive us to the hands of the reaper With war drums rattling To the overtures of rage Let the elders sing Let the ancients exclaim in delight Let them thunder with the scourge of pride We’ve set out again On their beaten paths to glory Bound by an oath
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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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