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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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