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KEEP CALM AND CARRY THE CORPSE

KEEP CALM AND CARRY THE CORPSE

Britain bleeds through cracked red bricks,
Rain on windows, cold that sticks.
Bills climb high, wages crawl,
We’re taxed to the teeth — can’t breathe at all.



“Keep calm and carry the corpse,” they say.
Drag it through life, day after day.
Smile for the cameras, wave the flag,
Ignore the stench in the body bag.



Politicians promise

Carry On

To keep learnin¨g and teaching;
To keep elevating and reaching;
Is to never stop, to avoid ceasin¨g,
Allowing Christ in us to be increasing.

What we have seen and heard,
Let us show and tell
And fly like a bird,
Ever thriving to finish well.

God will always be God.
Give Him glory; never avoid.
God will never be coached or led
He is Our Father,

I Carry Within Me a Church Without Doors

I never had a religion.
Only thirst.
And instead of drinking,
I shouted.

I was told I am lost.
That I burn too much
and God does not come to those who shout.
But He answered me only when I howled.

I carry within me a church without doors.
No priests.
No icons.
Only a cross shaped like a question
and a Gospel written with the blood

What we are, we do not know, as we carry within us a shade of dark brown, like a hidden shadow,

What we are, we do not know, as we carry within us a shade of dark brown, like a hidden shadow,
Wandering through nightmares woven from the dark threads of endless nights,
We lose ourselves among the floating ducks on a vast lake, a mirror of the boundless sky,
From where no departure will ever be possible, in

House I Carry

I carry a house upon my back,
A fragile frame of dreams and stone.
Its windows cracked, its timbers black,
But still I walk, and still alone.

Each wall is built from words unsaid,
From nights I stitched with fraying thread.
Its roof is shingled with the dread
Of all the tears I never shed.

I pass through valleys, rivers wide,
This house sways

Carry you

I carry you with me 
Everywhere that I go.

In my eyes,
In my smile,
In the way I walk,
How I talk, 
Even how I act and dress.

I am something of you merged,
Bits of what you were,
Pieces of what you are,
Snippets of what 
..you could have been,
And as I continue,
I will become something of you never seen.

I carry

In the city of diffuse lights, the young carry their dreams like transparent cloaks

In the city of diffuse lights, the young carry their dreams like transparent cloaks,
With souls hungry for desires and unfulfilled quests, running through glass labyrinths,
Trying to quench their thirst with offerings of life that sparkle but are hollow to the touch,
Between the shelves of existence, where cheap illusions are wrapped in attractive colors.
They seek nourishment

I Carry My Fantasy

    I love to cherish IMAGINATION ,
    wish to DREAM on fantastic fantasy.
    Might be it is my HALLUCINATION,
    yet I enjoy on extreme ecstasy.

     My muse offers VISUALIZATION 
     accepted as the best blss

we carry our grief

 

Oh, Dad to the cemetery we come
our hearts numb with no glee
though we know you were set free . . . 
rest beneath the weeping tree

Carry The Lamp

Carry The Lamp 
Through the noisy streets. 
The darkest nights. 
Through many burdens. 
Recognize your salvation. 
Do not complain. 
Walk brave not knowing. 
Potential to achieve. 
Hath discipline, continue growing. 
Carry the lamp. 
Be open minded. 
Nourishment to the soul. 
Be the light on a dark road. 
Ignite the fire. 
Have faith, move forward.

to carry the truth

To carry the truth,
weighs heavy on the shoulders...
like a wooden cross!

Carry Me Home

I don’t need a diamond ring,
And I don’t need a castle in Rome,
I only want one thing:
For you to carry me home.

I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust

I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust,
where every corner hides a room where I learned to forget how to breathe,
and memories are like shadows dancing silently on the walls of time.
Returning would mean shattering myself on the same silent and cold corners,
on the same

The Demons I Carry

As the demons I carry weigh down on me heavy, shadowed and restless, they cling to my skin, a battle un ending both outside and in. Regrets with sharp teeth sink in my chest. While doubt grips my throat denying me rest. The anger ignites like a flame in my veins, feeding the fire of

Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes

Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes,
with crow's feet drawing the story of endless nights on my face,
where each lie was your illusion, born from the confusion surrounding me,
elusive and fragile, a dance of amorphous metaphors unraveling in the wind,
subjected to your disdain, your words mercilessly cutting my

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