When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's
Crown the dark animal Black Jackal crawling Eternal returning An end to the waiting There are thrones underground And monarchs upon them They walk serene
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold,
And who by fire? Who by water? Who in the sunshine? Who in the night time? Who by high ordeal? Who by common trial? Who in your merry merry month of May
(Kill the creator! Send them the bomb!) Daddie, do you have another Cigarette for me, I think Maybe is getting late Maybe time is running out You know
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morrow sharpen'd in his
And the angels kiss Our souls in bliss Measure the extent of a dizzying descent Down the Anal staircase. Put just one foot on the staircase And the next
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop
In the sky and in the eye and In the sky and in the eye and.. If you want to touch the sky Just put a window in your eye See the sun and See the rain
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the legs of humanity Slip slide, don't fall Stabilize, won't crawl Under muck spittle soil Within the serpent's coil Within the serpent's coil Blindfolded
Another night down on the catherine wheel Drawn into a corner A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head I court a sure, sudden death But give no quarter
Changing sides, follow lines Frequencies decide Who designed me this way And who's around to play? Adjust my gain Replace my fear with pain I'm on a
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