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ROGER C. WORLEY
Another Victim

      The tempo of Jazz
      echoes down forlorn
      streets of primitive
      bricks and rustic stone.
      Maintaining cadence with

      a dribbling rain...
      taping rhythmically upon
      your head as you stroll
      down the legendary street
      called 'Lonesome avenue."

      Anomalies materialize at
      every corner strumming
      well used guitars.
      All nourishing the same
      lyrical beat and tone.

      The air waxes as if
      infused with static electricity.
      Your body reacts involuntarily
      to its  ebb and flow.
      Your mind wanders then

      bewilderment sets in.
      As you realize...
      Nothing is as it seems.
      You grasps the truth.
      Another victim of
      the Bourbon street..
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NAUSHAD DULYMAMODE
Galaxy

In spite of the heat seeping from the stars
In spite of the sun burning all my scars
My life goes at an amazing speed towards the dark

Look at the farthest spot in the sky
Look at the darkest side of my life
Look, but forget what you pry

When the dice of life is thrown
Truth already lies in your hand
Forget for a while what is inside
Crush all your feelings and hide
Weep and enjoy the tremors
Rising up your eyes
Melt the agony of life
Burn the fake desire
Crush all your feelings
And burn 'em in a fire

Ripples die
But who sees 'em
People strive
But a whole lifetime
Brings nothing to 'em

Jump to the nearest galaxy
Close your eyes
And feel all the energy
Engulfing your body
You are ready
You are heavy
You're dashing through space
Intense heat carries you in waves
Asteroid belts
And meteorites
At the speed of light
Time crushes to a halt
Well where's the feeling inside
It's all gone...



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