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A Prison Doesn't Always Have Iron Bars...
He weeps as he stares at the walls of his prison
Doing life in solitary is so freaking hard
Walls built out of fear and rejection
His own hands built the cell that imprisons him now
Some say that time is the antidote for everything
That if you wait things out, sunshine follows the rain
Yet time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls
No window, no doorway, no way of escape
People can see through the walls he cannot pass
They see openings that are hidden from his eyes
No one takes his hand and leads him out of his prison
So he sits and weeps behind timeless brick walls...
Pendragon
(C) 9/2/2013
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The Evolution of Walls
Time would never wreck that wall
Symmetrical or not.
There's others who might help it fall
If they think they have got
The urge to change things. After all,
Why should a person care
If something short meets something tall
To block something out there?
That ancient wall is not yet gone.
Huge hints of it remain.
It's blocking our fresh seeded lawn,
But lets through sun and rain.
Someone piled each stone upon
Another perfectly
Symmetrical then time moved on
To us so we might see.
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The winner is Pendragon. - well written and profound.
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Nice work.
My Muse has been stymied for the time being.
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Thank you, very much
OK back to my pulp fiction/OTR roots for this quote:
"In the roaring heart of the crucible, steel is made."
Good Luck!
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Forged in Fire
It was a land of fire,
barren and arid,
unforgiving,
depraved of nourishment
and sheltering comfort,
within this waste
the child was forsaken,
defenseless,
with only blood,
as often his own, than not
to quench his thirst.
Within the roaring heart
of the crucible
steel is made,
and against the odds
the child became
a man who learned
to watch the world
with weary, cold eyes,
yet, within his hands
he held the power to heal,
though death was no stranger
of his, but a constant shadow.
His heart burned,
not with hatred,
but with a passion for love,
his strength carried him through,
and hardened him in places,
sharpened his mind,
attuned his senses,
but did not leave him brittle,
and merciless.
The land of the lost
did not leave him broken,
or twisted, did not rob him
of beauty and tenderness,
he learned to forge his own path,
and began the quest to find
the home he had never known.
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deep
In the roaring heart of the crucible, steel is made
it is to sake
wood from cutting its fame.
steel has a wheel
it turns heat and then it keeps.
wood
has a mood.
it turns dust when it heats.
but then it heaps
and it grows.
and it leaps.
all around nature is
its reap.
beauty has its seek
but wood has it deep
steel would not seep.
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Total lack of interest, except for the faithful two; Dark Muse just barely edges out cacian! Congrats,Muse!
The quote was from the cover blurb for The Avenger Warner Paperbacks
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVibMIpqF-...bie+Warner.JPG
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Thank you, I will have a new quote up soon.
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Ok here is the next line:
Some are born to Endless Night
Auguries of Innocence ~ William Blake
Deadline - Nov. 5
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We hide from the sun
All pale as death
Eyes too sensitive for daylight
We walk in the shadows
We hide in concealing dark
The Night is our Mother
Some are born to Endless Night
To embrace the shadows
To thrive in the darkness
Knowing the secrets men hide in the shadows
Knowing what people conceal in the darkness
Deeds that they bury beneath our Mother's starry skirt
But they think us fools...
Pendragon
10/24/2013
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Preferences
Some are born to endless night
Though I'd like mine an endless day.
Some like both, the dark, the light.
Some don't care, let come what may.
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Ok the Deadline is coming up in a few days and so far we have only two entries. Any other takers?
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supercharged
some are born to endless nights
awake
supercharged
idealistic pasts
to their mast
they least
seem to ask
unknowing
of their cast
wishing they could
too
one day rest at last.
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