I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
......
my soul empty
hollow
like my casket
awaiting my presence
for my body to lay
for the space to fill
for my heart to sway
the countdown continues
carries on in dismay
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THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTIS
OR OF CHASTITIECANTO VI
The birth of faire Belphoebe and
Of Amoret is told.
The Gardins of Adonis fraught
With pleasures manifold.
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Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while
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WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
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I am lost.
Lost in this vast sea of my thoughts
This vast sea i was once drawing in
It felt like no more, than a empty dark bin
People never understood
Understood the darkness i always withstood
The darkness that swallowed me
Swallowed me as if i was a fly
My family, they would always try
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Distressing thoughts
that cut into life’s flow,
Are piercing through
the everyday pauses.
Coming on abruptly incongruent,
Feeling so extrinsic and unforeseen,
Their circuits loop around insistently.
As the thoughts intensify,
......
my soul empty
hollow
like my casket
awaiting my presence
for my body to lay
for the space to fill
for my heart to sway
the countdown continues
carries on in dismay
......
Daphne holds the chase
romeo, did you know that you love me
with such sincerity that it makes me sick?
so, will you love me still if i tell you that
my heart does not belong to you but belongs,
rather, to the fascist with his boot on my
neck? you kiss my neck like you are worshipping
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In the mirror's churning reflection, I'd gaze,
A constant distortion, a bewildering haze,
My true self obscured, by the narcissistic game,
A battle within, for my identity's name.
The mirror would twist, my image it'd bend,
As the projections took hold, a relentless trend,
I knew I was good, with a heart that was kind,
But the mirror showed a monster, a distorted bind.
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