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There are hills of the harvested Where the hero or the villain crawls In the scowling, shadows of the fallen He crawls to his livelihood of death Of ammo belts, fields of fire And white-hot tracers That drum, wheeze and tear through the nights A devil, or an angel lies prone Hammered in place For…
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I’ve never been too cool, Just enough Only known in small doses And savored by a few I’ve never been, too good or too bad, Just enough For a few lonely hours of chatter Until dawn Around and around, I’m given With warm salutations As love, freely corrodes
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Too rattled to bear any burden To harbor a voice So gone with fatigue Still I plod along, through family affairs In the marching regalia Of a youth on the rise When the truth is downtrodden Flailing, For a sweet drag of mercy To fill its weary lungs
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With so little earned I retreat From the loveless labor of ink From the faces I’ve mindlessly scrawled Pulled back from disorder From the hellfire that torments And flares behind the eyes Pulled away from doubt From a migraine’s pulsating blast The fading trails of ink And the rusted out, trains of thought With so…
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I will be gone When the sounds and colors of the life I knew Come rushing right back I will take my leave When I’m surely myself When I learn that nothing, is worthy of fear Even if I have had All the time in the world And more.. To scrawl and to dream Of…
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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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