I do come shackled with whatever people think I am.
quote by Kelly Lynch
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Too Much of Nothing
My space is sacred.
My vital signs are fine for me.
No rat race paced.
I've removed myself from that misery.
Back off of my satisfaction.
Not attracted to a mess defined.
Nothing of mine is padlocked and stacked.
I've got a peace that sets me free.
My space is sacred.
My vital signs are fine for me.
No rat race paced.
I've removed myself from that misery.
Too much of nothing,
Is what others wish to bleed.
Too much of nothing isn't company I need.
Wrapped up and shackled...
I've got that madness packed.
I've got that tackled.
Wrapped up and shackled!
Too much of nothing,
Is what others wish to bleed.
Too much of nothing isn't company I need.
Wrapped up and shackled...
I've got that madness packed.
I've got that tackled.
Wrapped up and shackled!
My space is sacred...
And its kept safe,
From medicated minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shackled To Depression
Shackled to depression
Intertwined, amongst my veins
Self worth, self love
Are lost, within the pain
Anguish and shattered dreams
Lie embedded in my heart
A glimpse of personal torture
Revealed, within the art
A medicated mind
Does it offer resolution?
Candy coated prescriptions
Swallowed, without solution
Blind to the rising sun
Of opportunity, to thrive
Another breath inhaled
Without purpose, without drive
Shackled to depression
Consumed by failure, and disgrace
A crying soul unseen
I walk invisible, without face
Copyright 2007 W. Bureau
poem by Wendy Bureau
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Shackled
We are shackled by the devils and nobodies,
Yes, our pulling and pushing can not help.
The real pushes enter the system of penalties,
Slaves join and nightly the internal talk begins.
Reality is the drawing of death with a weapon,
Tight control must be made of them, the sinners;
How did gaining be a prosperity of the devil
When people suck on the ice-cream of heaven?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Still The Same
(ian hunter)
(transcribed by adrian perkins)
They say that some people never grow up
Lost in time shackled to the past for ever, stung by love
Still weaving, still believing yesterdays dreams
If life is real then so is my imagination
All I feel is who I am, who I am, who I am
n if I wished so hard I bled, would you come true
All I needs a bottle n the memories come flooding back
n I see you though the rain, through the rain, through the rain
They say you can never go back
What if my loves
Still the same, still the same, still the same
Still the same, still the same, still the same
When love goes right its the ultimate high you can be on
Oh baby Ive lost count of the times when things went wrong
Bit I pick myself up n I carry on
On and on and on and on and on and on it goes
I cant pretend imaginary friends are better
All I know is people change, people change, people change
They say Im supposed to forget n go on
What if my loves
Still the same, still the same, still the same
Still the same, still the same, still the same
Still the same, still the same
Still the same, still the same, still the same
(oh baby now)
What if your love, what if your love is still the same
What if your love, what if your love is still the same
What if your love, what if your love is still the same
What if your love, what if your love is still the same
What if your love, what if your love is still the same
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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A country without freedom is like a prisoner with shackled hands.
The Sweetest Condition
Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in silent wonder
What chance did I have
With the silver moon
Hanging in the sky
Opening old wounds
Taking hold of the hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes in small doses
Bodily whole but my head's in a mess
Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis
It's a sad disease
Creeping through my mind
Causing disabilities
Of the strangest kind
Getting lost in the folds of your skirt
There's a price that I pay for my mission
A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt
How I suffer the sweetest condition
Taken in by the delicate noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in silent wonder
song performed by by Depeche Mode from Exciter
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Conflicting commercial regulations of the different States shackled and diminished both foreign and domestic trade; hence the power to regulate commerce was conferred.
quote by Robert Toombs
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I was gladly cuffed, shackled, loaded into the caged bus and driven through the main gate of Bare Hill Correctional Facility for what I pray to God will be forever.
quote by Jack Carroll
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Ned Kelly
Better of dead
than being Ned
manacled
and shackled
to this dog collar
my death sentence read
sit me on my horse
and lead me
to the rope
hanging
from the stringybark
and I'll take the jump
into history.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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I am opposed to the laying down of rules or conditions to be observed in the construction of bridges lest the progress of improvement tomorrow might be embarrassed or shackled by recording or registering as law the prejudices or errors of today.
quote by Isambard K. Brunel
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Why are people always
Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?
poem by Shaquan Mack
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One dies when set free
Caged dogs grow ferocious.
Harnessed men grow lascivious,
Shackled women grow amorous.
Freed sex will sedate all.
10.01.2001, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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What we are...
Two souls separated by a distance
Two hearts engaged with their own lives
Two spirits misplaced in each own horizon
Two people shackled by their own destiny
That’s what we are…
Love was introduced breaking the distance
Hope brings together the different lives
Faith binds two souls together in one horizon
Candles of passion burns the written destiny
That’s what we are…
Only time can tell and erase the distance
An eternal flame will burn the rest of our lives
Burning intensity you can see across the horizon
The scars of love and tenderness will rewrite destiny
That’s what we are…
poem by Kay Barcelon
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Mississippi Limerick
On the raft down the Mississippi
were the wife and her husband Hippie.
When they brought back the melons
from the striped, shackled felons
they soon sank and the water was nippy.
But they had, for the voyage, prepared
and that is why both of them fared
rather well in the end
and this limerick was penned
so the story could truly be shared.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Myanmar - Air of Freedom
shackled without chains
again the chants of monks
again the chants of monks
aung san looks over to the hazy horizon
for days when she would breathe the air of freedom
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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The Children of Israel (Chapter 17, Verses 29, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
And don't make your hand
Shackled to your neck niggardly
Nor stretch it forth
To its utmost bigheartedly
Otherwise you will have disgrace
And become penniless.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Escape of Billy the Kid
In an upper room they have me shackled.
Handcuffed, abused and under guard.
Pat Garrett’s off collecting taxes
This might be my chance, dear Lord.
Bob Olinger would love to kill me
He’s waved his shotgun in my face.
James Bell, the other guard, is softer,
He’s here to keep Bob in his place.
At noon I had the chance I wanted.
Olinger lunched across the street.
Bell was left alone to guard me-
a handcuffed man with shackled feet.
I told Bell I felt nature calling.
He took me on a Privy run
He was quick but I was quicker
We struggled and I got his gun
I pistol whipped my former guard.
I took his keys and freed my hands.
I didn’t want to kill him but,
I had to just because he ran.
That gunshot stirred the sleepy town
Olinger ran from across the street
I killed him then with his own shotgun
He needed killing, I’ll lose no sleep.
No lawman left in Lincoln town
I made the blacksmith break my chains
I saw Bell’s horse before the courthouse
I saddled up and took the reins.
No one made a move to stop me
As I rode out away from town
The rope they had to hang me waits
another’s neck to slip around.
Notes: This describes the events of 04/28/1881 at the Lincoln County Courthouse
poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Asome Poem About PEOPLE
Some people
Care about you, some people
Don’t care,
Make fun of you and walk away,
Some people,
Run past, some people
Hand you presents,
Give you a pat on the back,
Some people
You love, some people
You don’t know
Some people, some people,
You do,
Some people
You notice, some people
Eat cauliflower, some people
Are teenagers,
Some people walk to restaurants,
Sit down at the counter,
Eat there food, through it at
People,
Some people never notice you,
Some people always look, some people
Want to take you away, some people
Will never exist
Some people are other people; some people are you, some people
Die ever second,
Some people are you
poem by Annie Nosich
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