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Originally posted on 17Numa: Midnight Wonder/Wander Head in the clouds, soul on the brink of salvation and/or annihilation at any/every moment. The signs in the sky appear to point out our future in space. The signs in my mind seek to find the path home to source. But the signs…
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I’ll never live as well as my former self In the slew of gilded ages Full of unmatched beauty The past, bears a deep shade of green So charitable and lush While the present, is dying and ashen and brown Tomorrow, is cruel and elusive How it stirs the high hopes, of former years Then…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? You lead And I follow devoutly In pursuit of inner rapture Bestowed, in each scrap of melody ? Enthralled Lockstep Ever-loyal ? The harmonies pour In unwavering torrents A bounty For scouring hearts Sprung open, by their savage thirst ? Enthralled Lockstep Ever-loyal ? They’ll nurse their young And…
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Foghorns adrift at first light Is the welcome that fills my mind, My lungs, with fresh resolve So I may slide away, from the shackles of the dark
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I retreat for secluded daydreams When the smoke and lead Has siphoned the air from my lungs To the woods Where peace of mind, abundantly flows So I may have my fill Until I’m wholly restored As the fires of life rage on Below in the trenches Where forsaken screams fly
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The chemicals surge Like the riptide each dawn Veering left then right And my skin and bones Become hatred’s kind host Coming down, is a hopeless endeavor So I fly high and blind through the days, First frantic, then simmering, then silent Until I’m drenched, by silver-sun showers Docile and cool Then I fade out…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Through bare Overarching limbs Jaggedly swerving Skewering The pitiless dark ? I ascend To moonlight’s Withering call Awash In her shadowy illusion ? Winter prods My still And heedful form ? To embark beyond The weaving Snarls of bedlam ? © William Wright, Jr. Excerpt from the book “The…
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My mind is six feet under A feast for the vermin The villainous thoughts, that dwell in dark places I arrived here crashing Coughing black plumes Into the pristine world above I was sent here by the weight of my sins To be wholly forgotten With an army of defectors Where we’ll despair in circles…
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Morning descends like an eagle With its blood talons raised Screaming, then hoisting me along Writhing in its iron clasp Sailing high above mercy Taken, by the sharp eyes of fate A new ground emerges Where I’ll await to be skewered Then torn to bare bones To the satisfied cries of beasts
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Pursuing, perfection Through and through Horse-pulled, on a pompous carriage To oblivion’s door and beyond Where I’ll strain and I’ll search As a serf, for the rest of my days In service to this idol I’ve born I’ll roam for that threshold Stout, blinded, and vain Kindling a dream In spite of the falls, sure…
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