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He was out of his mind Over ruthless rivers of gin Top heavy, with a young man’s curse Of free-will and pheromones Three shots And he was off, into the wind and rain Down an old friendly road That had long served him well But familiarity, was stolen from him In a gust of remorse…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Photo Credit: Pixabay.com ? The Battles of Men The master calls his army To a battle on the field Marching beasts of burden No living man can make them yield They can hear the distant thunder As silent prayers float toward the clouds The men who hold the front line…
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I’ve been around this isle of misfortunes While horizons fade softly Devoid, of a rescuer’s sail I am the lost wreck of old Torn away from my whits By the riotous lap, of the maddening waves My days are all wound together Into a long and miserable hush In these turbulent years As the flame…
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I awaken, to the haunting sway of the trees To the blissful wind chimes Then the patient, wrath of a storm
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The pages deteriorate Long after myself Every slaved over world of the past Perhaps, on a bed of flames Or beautifully with age But it is, no concern of mine anymore I’ve lingered too long and I’ve lost The night grows heavy As it swallows all the people and places I’ve loved Until, I am…
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A room in the past swirls around Full of bright beaming faces Their expressions, so foreign from my own Some scheme for the weariest of frames Barely clung to their brides Their souls, overrun with self-doubt There are ghouls Who shadow my ailing slow dance With a beauty I have desperately swept Into my envious,…
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There is empathy Kindled somewhere On this planet of horrors That wildly spins, in the heat of its rage Surely, there’s compassion Tucked in the shadows For the minds, swallowed up By the cull of hysteria Afloat somehow in the madness Is the most brazen glow Of kindred and heartfelt sorrow Lunging For every lost…
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I’ve buried that steaming wreck Of an old romantic In the heart, of the cold dead earth, Long ago But that breed of my former self, Has grown Into an undead melody That snarls from the grave When I’m sunken in woe In my, dispassionate lies I spill On this most, affectionate of days Plastic…
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“Bombs away” From up high in the silvery heavens Aflame, with an empire’s Far and wide might Pride, looms over the ruinous day A city, is forevermore hollowed Heartless and grey But it’s hardly our war Our land Our blood Our undying grief
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Left astir in paradise lost The past is exhumed, Each mile of my conscience That I witlessly roam Through the marshes of a life unlived I stray Undone, by the tiresome wade For all that I’ve left unconquered For the strangers I’ll now, never know I have earned, this long and weathering path Into evils…
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