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Falling from the firing line The drums trail away With thunderous ideals And short-lived dreams
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I find only blessings In the rippling of sorrow An array of hard lessons learned Seared deep into my hide I’ve come to know every inch of the wild That quakes, with all manner Of maddening beasts But I’m no longer shaken I stray on with welcoming arms For in truth Misfortune is the guide…
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Welcome to your sun-dried prison To being torched out of reason To angrily smoldering In the binds of your flesh Welcome To the restless hordes Of all of your twisted and villainous thoughts Welcome To the shapeless blotches of sweat To the endless retching In the swill, of your acrid fumes Farewell to the spring…
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Skylines, may rise and fall over time But the agony and the rapture Remains the same In every sonnet
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If only I were a grain of sand In the hearts of blood-kin Unknown, for all time I’d brave every storm that sweeps me along, Leaving me stranded And parched for my crimes If only I starved for a scrap of their concern But their love freely teems Undeserved and pure
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The fuse Has ashed away Long past all the raving The berating Of my flesh and blood There are rivers of red Interwoven, across my back And I’ve dug them all myself In great flourishes of anger So few are unscathed As my words Rip through serenity In blinding, flashes of white From here on…
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Never mind The frailty in his voice All those worlds ago Never mind his remorse And all forms of pity
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? The pale unknown curves To appease His starved And reckless whims ? In crumpled sheets Molded and mangled Lost, in the throes Of lofty words ? He lays claim To every spire Each ivory mountain Of imperfection ? Swallowed whole In the vise The maddening chorus ? The will…
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Let freedom ring as promised long ago In the hopeful hearts of travelers Who graze our shores Let us stoke the hearth Within all who aspire, Who roam the back-roads, Cradling a purpose Embolden the promise Spin the fabric of a dream That has rambled so far Against all odds
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