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The rush of hunting season Was now separate from him It was spent, In a haul across oceans afire Now the weight of his rifle Only drags him along through the horror Of boneyards, and screaming old friends Never again, will the hot muzzle flash Never again Will he reload the breach
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We’re on a freight train Speeding through the wilderness By a wavering moon Clung to the rails, for dear life We can hardly breathe In our cramped boxcars That lurch and rattle through the night The unknown Is a breeder of false notions, Spread softly in a hush Until the hour the machine Breaks free…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Forged from oppression, ? A revenant, ? Credence on wings, ? An alchemist. ? Quest for lucidity, ? In obscurities’ reign, ? My reflection, ? This Cage only frees me. ? © Sarah Lamar King Excerpt from the book “Melancholy’s Autograph” About the Author Sarah began writing poetry in the…
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Some days I am alive And reacquainted with mercy, At an all-seeing peak Then I trudge, into a waiting abyss
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There is a disastrous awakening When you’re far away at peace Engulfed, in your predawn darkness A day begins, with eyes drawn open Scouring the world For just a morsel of silence Then a crazed voice is lifted In laughter, that maniacally burns Bringing skull-splitting madness To a quivering, wreck of a man He writhes…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Try as she might she cannot help but think of him. Once so close she could touch his soul with a sigh, now he is light years away tilting at windmills his troubled mind puts in his path. She calms him somehow he had once said, bringing flashes of…
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He was always grateful for losing himself In the flourish of a crowd When the skin-splitting eyes of the sun Had descended upon him But long past the noise The crowd would swell into an army Of blood-lusting hounds Baying serenades Through the bleak heart of his slumber Now, he only adheres To his most…
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Ekaaro (Good morning) Ekaasan (Good afternoon) Ka a ale (Good evening) Odabo (Goodbye) These few phrase, I heartily embrace As a long lost son to his mother Once oceans and eras apart Ekaaro (Good morning) Ekaasan (Good afternoon) Ka a ale (Good evening) Odabo (Goodbye) Slowly, I strain to speak As if, For the very…
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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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