Thy Sweet Lord

Give me a reason, ill give you a rhyme.

Scared to leave but cross to stay 

Was the man whose life had yet left bay

Whether the leaves crinkle or tongues catch rain

No need to hold on to others disdain.

Its a bit scary how where I’ve wandered now hasn’t been the end of me

Looking at chances, they don’t shine so well for a next time in the sea

Its dark in there anyways, the more I sink my eardrums shattered first

That’s why my head don’t turn at my name, heartbreak is such a burst. 

Its okay for today,

Worry not my friend,

Adhere to recited ways,

The ones written on your soul

Its a tad disturbing what I was yearning for, oh Death, he beckoned me

But Love has been on my side, dividing the dark and light since birth at the sea

These struggles painted on my body I can’t say have been the worst

They have caused me to quite face myself, the truth hurts in a burst.

Leaving tomorrow for a narrow road,

I once was told

This is no game for the old

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CYCLE OF ABUSE

[theory]

a social cycle theory developed in the 1970s by Lenore Walker to explain patterns of behaviour in an abusive relationship. Walker’s theory rests on the idea that abusive relationships, once established, are characterised by a predictable repetitious pattern of abuse, whether emotional, psychological or physical, with psychological abuse nearly always preceding and accompanying physical abuse. Additionally, Walker suggested that sustained periods of living in such a cycle may lead to learned helplessness and battered person syndrome. The cycle of abuse concept is widely used in domestic violence programs, particularly in the United States. Critics have argued the theory is flawed as it does not apply as universally as Walker suggested, does not accurately or completely describe all abusive relationships, and may favour ideological presumptions over empirical data.

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AGITATO
[adverb/adjective]
Music: in a restless, agitated style. Used chiefly as a direction.

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AGITATO

[adverb/adjective]

Music: in a restless, agitated style. Used chiefly as a direction.

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SYMMETRY

[noun]

1. (from Greek συμμετρεῖν symmetría “measure together”); the correspondence in size, form, and arrangement of parts on opposite sides of a plane, line, or point; regularity of form or arrangement in terms of like, reciprocal, or corresponding parts.

2. the proper or due proportion of the parts of a body or whole to one another with regard to size and form; excellence of proportion.

3. beauty based on or characterised by such excellence of proportion.

4. Mathematics: a) a geometrical or other regularity that is possessed by a mathematical object and is characterised by the operations that leave the object invariant. b) a rotation or translation of a plane figure that leaves the figure unchanged although its position may be altered.

5. Physics: a property of a physical system that is unaffected by certain mathematical transformations as, for example, the work done by gravity on an object, which is not affected by any change in the position from which the potential energy of the object is measured.

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“I CAN’T TELL YOU WHAT IT REALLY IS, I CAN ONLY TELL YOU WHAT IT FEELS LIKE. AND RIGHT NOW IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S A STEEL KNIFE IN MY WINDPIPE.”

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Can I still move in words this way?

To string together on whim the image cresting on my minds wave?

What if the thoughts turned bright?

And the dark ones, flotsam in the sea of pasts plight.

Rue, oh rue can’t say ill miss you once your taste has faded grey

But I know that you are leaving, your sails they still quite deceive me

But for once its for the better.

You’re gone, gone, gone

Able to say that i’m not, not, not

Oh, i’m all here and its time we start believing in things

Once I just wanted to be stoned, to dance on the hidden clouds

To zone and control

But the sad thing is if you do it alone, 

There wont be people missing you when you’re on the road,

And if there are, the distance in between makes the shout outs seem so cold.

“But there is My pierced hand to hold”

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Cold turkeys don’t sleep

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