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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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Still the world will beautifully turn When the lights have gone And mankind, convenes with the dust All will carry on Plentiful and just Beyond, the rolling thunder of ourselves When the grids burn out And the humming along of our machines Die down Still the earth will turn For its tyrants, plotting in wait
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I’ve been silent for far too long In these forested hills of ease Now I must come alive Down through the parched white valleys To thrive as a man Through the stillness of the plains To earn, to grow, then slip idly by Somewhere At a low in myself I shall earn my keep Below…
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The truth swings by its broken neck A scream unheeded in the trees The tragedy we seldom speak It is gone in torches ablaze Swaying, with our fellow man’s ills In their misery, their madness These days the truth is scorned As it kills our darlings Troubling the worlds, We peacefully adore in our minds…
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