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Do I have the time To recline In this warm state of mind At this hour of world-wide panic and decline? Am I free to unwind As someone, divine Beneath swirling grape vines? Do I have the spare time? Or is my time, owed to mankind Mending, a once hopeless divide? Is this the time,…
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It was meant to be something like soaring Through the countrysides of Spain Through to Rome, by neon-light Too often, reveries reoccur Of the train-yards hustling, The rain -swept streets of the world, Of a cafe’s steam Calling out, to the shroud of a city There In that young frame of mind I am always…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Poetry is the language we use to express ourselves. It has been a part of us throughout time. There is probably so much more to be discovered, sitting preserved under buried grounds. There have been many writings found that pre-date even the Bible, and historians continue to search for these…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Congratulations to the following contributors whom have been chosen for the literary publication of Poetic Shadows – Ink and the Sword Anthology. ? Poetic Shadows – Ink and the Sword Contributors: ? Amrita Valan – Poem: Witch’s Cry Anusha VR – Poem: Ashes Ariana R. Cherry – Poems: Fallen and…
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All while the earth wearily turns As shorelines melt away And sisters, march far and wide For their piece I rest In the swollen mire of hazy thoughts While the earth, softly turns All while these times Slide helpless and hellfire bound I drowse and glare, from below its descent All while the earth Demands…
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Nothing is earned In the frightened uproar of voices The curious array, of tortured sounds They jell into a panicked refrain A ballad of the years gone by, Smoldering and shouting The noise drones on Through our fallen airwaves Our crackling distortion, Day and night
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I was made to be cleaved in two Surgically splayed and searched Mulled over, in the dead of night An evil lives in my flesh Now the scalpels are drawn The knives unsheathed, for their skin-splitting voyage Across the rise and the fall of my faults I was made to unravel in red To be…
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Freedom is a few paces away An abstract dream That reverberates throughout me year after year A few more paces Then I’ll know exhilaration The ocean’s salt breeze The eight phases of the moon There is only the door Then a wet knoll of grass Then the cities, the hills And then pastures unknown From…
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Shut off the airwaves Unplug Offload the world And reset yourself Drop out of the noise Slip away from the shroud The static corrupts And compassion is tragically Silent
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