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Irakli Beria Mar 2020
Feeling - really emotionally
And filling
phrases
From solid, continuous rings
Consistent - Chain...
He can be saved
A ship destined to sink.
Agent Sea of ​​the massive desert,
Build a forest on the steppe...

My feeling disappears in the chain,
You'll see you until...
Michael R Burch Feb 2020
Rejection
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it’s useless to complain;
For Pride now holds your mercy by a chain.

I’m guiltless, yet my sentence has been passed.
I tell you truly, needless now to feign:
   Your beauty from your heart has so erased
   Pity, that it’s useless to complain.

Alas, that Nature in your face compassed
Such beauty, that no man may hope attain
To mercy, though he perish from the pain;
   Your beauty from your heart has so erased
   Pity, that it’s useless to complain;
   For Pride now holds your mercy by a chain.

***

Original text:

So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;
For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.

Giltles my deth thus han ye me purchaced;
I sey yow soth, me nedeth not to feyne;
    So hath your beaute fro your herle chaced
    Pilee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne

Allas! that nature hath in yow compassed
So gret beaute, that no man may atteyne
To mercy, though he sterve for the peyne.
    So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced
    Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;
    For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.
Behold!
I look to the sky
With a joyful heart
Praise, honor and glory to His name
Faced an endless time with zero chance
Of freeing myself, finding home
The cuff was my gold wrist watch
The steel cage was my proper place
Stripped of my right, faith and freedom
But He stepped in
To show me the way, truth and life
He was all I needed
To break my chains
Now I see a newfangled beginning
I can stay awake and still be free
I’m saved
zxndrew Jan 2020
When I first met you, your voice tattooed a chain around my heart.
The more I saw you the tighter it got.
The ink slowly got darker and your vice around me only grew stronger.
My moments do not make a line
But one eternal round
My past can never chain me down
For choice remains unbound

My past consists of memory
With meaning I assign
Each moment I create anew
This blessed life of mine

The future too does not exist
Except in my mind’s eye
The implications of my acts
Lie clear to see (or deny)

I pre-create in matter fine
My true prosperity
Building spirit templates that
Will yield their fruit for me

Each moment - indivisible
A bright & glowing sphere
Is where in faith I plant the seeds
Of that which will appear

One eternal round of truth
One eternal round of love
One eternal round below
One eternal round above
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Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
Not
It was not her.
//
When she saw me hurting,
she knew it was not her.
//
When she saw me sobbing,
it was not her.
//
When she saw me choking on my breath,
//
when she saw me shaking in shock,
//
when she saw me screaming for an escape,
//
it was not her.
//
I cowered in my skin
and it was not her.
//
And when I was dying,
it was not her,
for once.
//
I stole away from her
her hands
and her broken rage,
//
her sorrow and terror,
her unwavering pain,
//
so that
for once,
she would
not
have to
hurt again.
//
I was so kind,
so for once,
//
it was not her.
Enigmatic Oct 2019
In the boudoir of satan's play pen
Chain-smoking her pretty lies
You learn the art
In your veins
In your heart
You can not refrain, dancing with sins
Touching her slowly
Oh the pain, you can not contain
Out of reach, you weep
This is your defeat
Killan Sep 2019
would you notice my pain
if your too focuse on your fame
would you be ashamed
to feel the same
it is crawling to my vien
until it reaches my brain
help me release from this chain
an unfair melody came
it took you from me in a flash
and cut your throat with a slash
with all the money we have
would it be enough?
for our life be like a candy plastic-wrapped.
thanks bj Donovan, for the tittle,
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