We spend and end our lives
in the cages of compromise.
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“How does the hell on earth feels like ?”
“Ask a caged Bird who already learnt flying”
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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The greedy will never stop their race to obtain other riches such as those stolen by force from those humble folks who prospered with the sweat of their brows, but for a stroke of bad luck their honor and dignity were taken away from them, making them servants like beasts locked up in a cage while the stingy and cruel master denied them prosperity and harmony with deceit. Once they were happy and free like a flock of crows screeching under a sky bluer than the sea.
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Stars at night Thy sky are lighting
While I let free birds from cages
Flames are flickering blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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Stars at night Thy sky are lighting
While I let free birds from cages
Flames are flickering blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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People say to think outside of the box to be imaginative, but my mind wasn’t small enough for a box in the first place. Or maybe the box was a circle, a cage…
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The girl is like a bird, people want to imprison her in a cage, but she wants to fly in the open sky.
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Love is like a songbird, you can trap it and keep it in your own cage, but it doesn't prolong its longevity.
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Let the wicked rage God will cast them in a cage.
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sanity is a cage around the mind, often referred to as thinking inside the box
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"Surely, the Reader, is the writer of their own story and we are all kept in cages until our muse is let loose." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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at the foot of the ladder, a monkey fell~ six stories of rungs and she rings his bell~ he sat picking daisies off his fallen spell~ hands cupping petals of air being his quell~ poor little monkey's a shaken as hell~ his eyes run circles around the pink pastel~ as shocked onlookers stand visual at his well~ in his cage, his cousin's saddened at their shell~at the foot of the ladder, a zoo's a cell~
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If you don't know why the cage bird sings, we have no beginnings and nothing to discuss.
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In college I was told by my professor that my paper was not fit to line his birdcage. Really. It was one of the best things I could hear because I made it a goal to really understand writing well.
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At my age, eating porridge in the corner of my cottage is not a gauge to put me in rage. It may seem that am in the cage because of my wage; I shall manage for i know with God and hard work, i shall be celebrated on the Stage.
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Love is like a gamble of trust and trusting is the key to happiness. But trusting too much is like losing the key and sometimes you might find yourself being locked inside the cage of pain forever.
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To run in rage,is to be chained in cage.
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Don't try so desperately to protect your heart. That's why you have a ribcage.
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