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Post by laughter on Dec 6, 2013 11:57:30 GMT -5
a cage is price
for peaceful knife
that cuts with but a whisper
no scars are left
no handles heft
the bird is but a drifter
in silence found
deceptive sound
tells not of woe or fun
it is out there
there is no care
a space with no horizon
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Post by laughter on Dec 17, 2013 2:34:26 GMT -5
merry is as merry does
leave behind the word because
step outside and feel the cheer
no you no me in now and here
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Post by lolly on Dec 23, 2013 6:29:03 GMT -5
Every year they return, and nest in this vicinity
No cages hold them but they learn, their place in multiplicity
The Neighbour has another pair, another couple young they spawn
No cages, but territory is there, my place, your place, and a place where young are born
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Post by laughter on Dec 23, 2013 10:49:16 GMT -5
The world it had no edge it seemed
A fact that would disturb the dream
A cage that has no bars you see
Cannot hold you, cannot hold me
But everywhere the gaze would turn
A limit true it could be learned
Applied to every thing and one
To be found under the sun
Every life it had an end
Seasons turned and left to fend
For more provisions that ran dry
And in our want left us to cry
How could that bold horizons line
Stretch out and on so every time?
How could it be there was no bound?
A discord here is what was found
So in tattered shivered wake
Bars hand drawn and oh so fake
Erected in a fit of pain
To shelter false truth from the rain
The world it has no edge you see
The bars aren't you nor are they me
See them for just what they are
Know nothing bars you from the stars
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