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...
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.
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
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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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.
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
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.