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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Perhaps It was merely A passing affair ? Shroud In its veil In the waves Of unburdened sleep ? In few Towering moments These hopes hold true Lost beyond Our tormented age ? It was all But a ghastly And murderous Façade ? Then the world transpired In gilded Fiery…
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Morning: Cleared the smoke from my eyes Roved, through the bleached white halls In a heavy haze of thought Morning: Painted away at first light At the larks spearing worms In the aftermath of rain As coffee, steamed into life Morning: Sprung from myself For the pulsing embrace of the world With the courage of…
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Never forget the agony we share Our fear of the night Fills us all the very same There is only the vastness The glare of the ghostly stars And our lonely vessel of mankind Never mind the oceans Our chiseled illusions of the world We’re the flash in the dark A phenomena To be swallowed…
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Home hardly radiates the same Once its doors shoot open And the warmth of the past Is lost For I’ve chased away the sense of refuge It now rings ill and faded As I dream and drowse in its binds, In motionless spite The night cries out With a furious wisp of welcome Howling for…
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I am here, then I am lost From the corners of your eyes Without a word, worth passing along I am here for your seconds of blame When the spine-crushing weight of the world Leaves you passionless and dead But I become rising smoke When you’re warm in your bed And “What more do I…
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I’ll be the same as always When midnight rolls around As a semi-auto burst, And a hail of shell-casings When this city foams mad At a New Year’s toast Of good health and great fortune I will cling to the hem of old ways The frayed sense of comfort Which will leave me, rotting in…
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A city overruns these hills Where I’ve sheltered my grief My long walks with sorrow Soon the anthems of myself are lost In the rhythmic pulse of mankind Yearning, to resurface The city engulfs an old world Where thoughts once flowed and flourished Never knowing, the wrath of the drain The city unfolds all around…
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Weary old friends fall apart As the proudest example Of lives, well-lived For their tormented miles of earth and sky Where the winds wage war They expect no reward So they fade full and glad With the flutter of the past Kept alive and well
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How am I so short on well-being? My paths are endless Full of wonder and coursing with life But how can I be so smug? I’ve beheld so little As my time, overflows into the dirt How can I think to withdraw? The very best and the worst of this world Remains unknown
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