Raga Stream

January 26, 2012
By alecraimond BRONZE, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
alecraimond BRONZE, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
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Favorite Quote:
"To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself." Soren Kierkegaard

Ragas drifting in like incense,
And I only dream of her
When that opium incense sedates to slumber,
And all of it is miserable--
Brown earth under nails.
Still the song continues methodical,
The beard grows on the face of
Boys who sit in their closets
Reading poetry, smoking cigarettes
In the early night that feels like dawn,
That doesn't feel like a kiss,
Feigning meditation.
Trying trying!
Yet nowhere
And knowing nothing

The melody of those ancient songs
Sound as if they're fresh field flowers
Alluring us onwards towards them.

The author's comments:
The nights, the want for more, the hope for tomorrow. This was inspired by the night, waiting for the morrow while trying to make something of the moment; it's about the hope for existence while imitating the aesthetics of others.

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