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In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.

quote by William Ernest Henley
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I. M. R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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Out Of The Night That Covers Me

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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A Thanksgiving

From brief delights that rise to me
Out of unfathomable dole,
I thank whatever gods there be
For mine unconquerable soul.
In the strong clutch of Circumstance
It has not winced, nor groaned aloud.
Before the blows of eyeless chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I front unfeared the threat of space
And dwindle into dark again.
My work is done, I take my place
Among the years that wait for men.
My life, my broken life must be
One unsuccourable dole.
I thank the gods- they gave to me
A dauntless and defiant soul.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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Unconquerable

Put of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the full clutch of circumstances
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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Bloody Angel

the bloody angel
finds no comfort on this earth
she looks down at her hideous body
too confirm she has no worth
the bloody angel
lies face down in the snow
shivering uncontrollably
she's found herself alone
the bloody angel
looks up to the sky
she screams aloud asking
why god won't let her die
the bloody angel
slowly crawls across the ground
her broken wings are aching
her mumbling the only sound
the bloody angel
lifts her head to see your face
why is it that you laugh at her
and turn to walk the other way
the bloody angel
hoarsely calls out your name
she used to be your only love
but now you're not the same
the bloody angel
lays down her fragile head
the snow turns no warmer
as it becomes her death bed

poem by Black Rose
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I Cried Again

Writer: autry inman
Artist: hank williams
Contributed by: felton hall
This song is hard to pick out on the copy I have. it is pretty scratchy
And a couple of the words I have for lyrics in here may be wrong but i
Think they are right. email greg if you see a problem with it.
I cried again key: g
(g)teardrops (c)fell the night you (g)said
I love you dear but you are (d)wed
I (g)watched you (c)as you held his (g)hand
Then I turned (d)away and cried again
(chorus)
I (c) cried again when I reached (g)home
There sat your picture all a(d)lone
I (g)thought of (c)things that might have (g)been
I bowed my (d)head and cried a(g)gain
I took your letters from the shelf
Then read aloud just to myself
But just before I reached the end
I bowed my head and cried again
Chorus
And heres the reason why I say
Dear, I must throw your things away
For they would only bring me pain
And Id bow my head and cry again
Chorus

song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Test Of The Thunders

Out of the day that shone,
Inside the night that frightened,
From the north to the south,
And from the east to the west.
Thank whatever ‘You' gave.

For the impregnable interior,
Despite the flimsy exterior.
In the ambush of booting events,
Let's not grimace nor bawl aloud.

Beneath the impregnations of chance,
Let the head be gory, but unbowed.
Beyond this consign of fury and snuffle,
Looms large the revulsion of the gloom,
And yet the peril of the times,
That smashes along the coast and beyond,
Finds, and will find us, undaunted.

Will it matter how safe the doorway?
How stimulating the trials may roll?
The life will continue to survive,
The test of the thunders on the scroll.

poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Bloody Luxury

(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Thanks Happenstance

I sat counting up all the blackeyes
i'd ever got
All the broken bones bloody noses
from all the battles i'd ever fought
Then I looked down at the top of my hands
With all their scars and scrapes
subway system of veins
Worn out skin from washing someone else's
greasy dish pans

And I laughed 'till I cried
cried 'till I laughed
Either way its all the same
for I was neither happy nor sad
Just thankful for all I'd ever had
And even though
I've not done much with it
I'm just thankful for the chance

So thank you God, thanks Allah
Thank you Buddah
Thanks Dad and Mom
Thanks luck, thank you chance
Thanks timing
Thank you kindly happenstance
Thank you all for a shot
I thank you all
I thank you so much for the chance

I sat counting up all the broken hearts
I'd ever got
All the broken dreams unrealized things
I'd ever sought
Then with my fingertips
I gently touched my face
I could feel the lines of worry, wrinkles of time
that no potion could ever hope to erase

I sat counting up all the bad news
i'd ever got
All the losing hands flus and colds
i'd ever caught
Then I reached down
put my hand upon my heart
And though battered tattered broken
sometimes torn apart
I was just thankful through it all
Never once did it ever just give up
and stop

And I laughed 'till I cried
cried 'till I laughed
Either way its all the same
for I was neither happy nor sad
Just thankful for all I'd ever had
And even though
I've not done much with it
I'm just so thankful for the chance

So thank you God, thanks Allah
Thank you Buddah
Thanks Dad and Mom
Thanks luck thank you chance
Thanks timing
Thank you kindly happenstance
Thank you all for a shot
I thank you all
I thank you so much for the chance

poem by Cin Sweet Fields
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Crouching Creature

I am a Crouching Creature
bounded by Circumstance
and Choices I've made.

I pound against
the Circumstantial Wall
and I choose to bloody
my own fists against it all
but defiant
I will not relent
and measure this
as my commitment
to fight these chains.

Choosing in life
and family
in the world and my
career
is bounded by my iron Circumstances.

Where does my Circumstance live
and how can I circumvent
its boundaries?
Can I move?
Can I melt into some one's else's
Circumstance?

Will I in choosing
merely replicate
old choices
and old Circumstance?

I must I tell my self:
break away from me
and my choosing
to the extent
these choices make
my old and new
Circumstances endlessly repeating.
.
Yet, I hope somehow
with magical bent
to break that wall.

What do you think?
Will I succeed?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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And Let Me See Your Circumstances

She said
'How will I know that I love him'
and she said 'you'll know at the time.'

'What time will that be
and why does Time have to be
the decider of my love needs? '

'When your body is ready
and the time is right-
and the person is right-
you will know
and you will be ready for love.'

'So' she said 'love is circumstance? '
'In some ways.'

'But if circumstance is what is required
what about me? she said.

My dear.I said, 'Romeo and Juliet fell in love in a bad
circumstance and all died in the end.

So circumstances matter.'

But I think love is irresistible
outside rationality.
Love is Ultimate Mystery.' she said.

'Only in the young.' she said
'As we mature
especially near 30
love becomes mostly circumstance
and moved mostly by rationality.'

'So are you saying maturity dictates
that we choose from among partners
available then
and is more decision than
true love's mystery.? '

Ah what I am saying
is that while young we choose
from mystery
and after the divorce
we are more governed by circumstance.

And choosing in weighing circumstance
is the height of rationality
and the opposite of mystery.'

'Ah' she said 'then in the end
all you are offering me is hard truth
and circumstance? '
'
No, I am saying love
is first wasted on the young
who cannot afford Love's Circumstances
and Love in later years
is given only to Youth's Survivors who
fight their way through
and beyond circumstance.

That is the real definition of maturity.

True Love survives Circumstances
and does not become
its victim.

'Oh, ' she said.
That too
is a hard truth.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Revolving (Nafaka)

There's a reason for joy
consider the circumstance of life
there's a reason to remember
the circumstance of life
there's a reason to understand
the circumstance of life
revolvong revolving
in the shade of reasonong
the circumstance of life

a bitter taste of captivity
consider the circumstance of life
the breath widens the freedom
consider the circumstance of life
the feet can move the hands can touch
finally
consider the circumstance of life

revolving revolving
in the shade of feelings
the circumstance of life

pulling the trees
down the roads of darkness
killing the pain
in the shade of a cage

revolving revolving revolving

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Irritating Sky

The sky is always changing –
Can't it settle down?
Shades of blue, then reddy hue,
Puffs of grey and white;
And then it's bloody night!
At least I see a smattering
Of twinkly little things,
A silver globe occasionally
Which admittedly it brings
A sort of pleasant feeling,
Warming to the soul,
But overall it's so annoying –
Irritatingly droll!

Sky sky bloody sky, bloody sky sky
Sky sky bloody sky, sky bloody sky
Sky bloody sky bloody sky sky sky
Sky bloody sky bloody sky sky sky

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Ganenkejk

When I was just a little boy
I really longed to have a gun
but when I said to my mum
I saw she wouldn't buy me one
But my young mind would not forget
and so I couldn't just give up
that night when all was still and quiet
I went and stole my money box
Oh bloody gun ...
I smashed the pig I bought a gun
my mama said now no more cake ...
for your birthday no cake
when I was just a little boy
my goals were surely well defined
and what I saw was what I got
and I just saw that bloody gun
What a delusion ...
I fell for passion ...
Oh bloody gun ...
I smashed

song performed by by Zmelkoow
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Suicide

'i cant do this anymore.'
he shakes his head to clear
the cobwebs.
staring blindly around the kitchen,
nothing seemed real,
nothing made sense.

late notices, disconnection notices,
eviction notice walls of paper
falling in.

children fighting over nothing,
or something, what the hell!
woman staring blankly at the tv.
she hadnt seen him in years.

invisible, untouchable, alone.
alone till it stank,
like dried vomit in the heat.

he couldnt remember, couldnt even
remember what or why or when.
and the hands on the clock
thundered and crawled.

he walked out the door
into the yard, staring at
the night sky, and winced.

putting the gun to his head
with one move he pulled
the trigger.

and a lone tree fell
in the darkness.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wolf

That was a time for falling,
I knew you well.
There was no time for calling,
Me when you fell.
This is a time to take cover ,
In a wishing well.
Summer was blowing all over me when you fell,
Sailors can take all the breathing
Out of the sail,
I took a trip when you needed me.
When you fell,
Waters were driving me
To a deep place
I close my eyes to see,
Your sweet face,
A coke inside me,
I slept in hell.
Angels can be so deceiving
When they love you well,
Did you think you would be leaving me?
These are some lavender flowers
In a broken shell
They comfort me ever since the day when you fell.
When you fell,
Waters were dancing me
In a dark place,
I close my eyes to see
Your determined face,
My secret inside me
I slept in hell.
This is a time for believing
In fairy tales,
One in which you are brought back to me.
Wolf, I cried wolf.
Wolf, I cried wolf.
Wolf, I cried wolf.

song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Roots Bloody Roots

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh

I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!

I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots

Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free

Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh

I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak

song performed by by Sepultura
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I. M. R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899)

Out Of The Night That Covers Me

Invictus

A Thanksgiving

Unconquerable

Bloody Angel

I Cried Again

The Test Of The Thunders

Bloody Luxury

Thanks Happenstance

Crouching Creature

And Let Me See Your Circumstances

Revolving (Nafaka)

Irritating Sky

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Ganenkejk

Suicide

Wolf

Roots Bloody Roots

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