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We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs
and sauntered off the beaches into forests
working up some irregular verbs for their
first conversation, so three-year-old children
And an orator said, 'Speak to us of Freedom.'
And he answered:
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?
In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea
Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks
When the morning was waking over the war
He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,
The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,
He dropped where he loved on the burst pavement stone
The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
A distant view
Can beckon you
To dream of unknown destinations
Where life has no more regulations
O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
During the spring in my riverine country
Green is every big and small tree,
Soft is every blade of grasses on soil
Cute is every mole and hill;
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe:
The eyes of the dark
Which see through the dimly lit full moon
The snowy flakes,
Covers the graveyard which wakes
Today the sky wept
With a passionate, fervent plea
Pouring out his pain in floods
Unrestrained, full-throttled gush
Chains of life on me! ! !
Gains lost to the wind;
Birds free to fly but, i cannot flly!
In pains i do walk,
fear of never being tamed strongholds got me shackled in chains
only place i can go now is insane been over 20 years doing this time locked up in my mind body the holding cell same place where i first fell..at 17 i gave my loyalty my love my tears my soul my blood in exchange he gave me shame heartache addiction and pain only thing he gave our kids was his last name..
i may not have stability or even the ability to stay away from the things that are killing me but i will bow to no other ones except to the father and his son breakin hese chains i THOUGHT WOULD NEVER BE DONE
I for so long been binded by chains / Chains of doubt, I have been in prison / prison of the mind, refuse to change from indulgence of a moment.
The comfort zone dented the image of sadness / struggle, the ghost had a prolong sleep in me, the bitternesss tend sweet in taste / the ghost had a prolong sleep.
Broken hearts that fall into pieces,
Can anything else be expected
From something designed
To destroy what is love?
Now lay with broken chains
With broken chains from Earth
From sun, dawn, sunset, dusk,
And the sweet breath of day.
I'm on a cliff bound with chains
Only being supported by two poles
Where the chains are tied to.
If the poles falls,
Chains Are Chains
Golden chains of love are taken over by hard iron chains
Stress and strain are part of the game with lot of pains
Cruel hands of fate take in grip to kill in severe hurricanes
Chains of feathery late bouncing Spring
snow hang down
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