Jedi TrapMusic by JediSwift ft. JediFreeze

I noticed its been a while since ive updated my blog. So lets try something a little bit different. My bf has just bought a mic not too long ago. So i have been listening to him make some really great tunes. jediSwift is his stage name and here is his latest song. The song is dope. :D


  Jedi TrapMusic feat jediFreeze by DEFACED1

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Sonnet 5 by Shakespear

SONNET 5

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap check'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
    But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
    Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

Notes
gaze (2): object gazed at.
unfair (4): deprive of beauty (the only place it is used by Shakespeare).
fairly (4): beautifully and legitimately.
confounds (6): destroys.
checked (7): halted.
distillation (9): perfume distilled from flowers.
bereft (11): lost.
Leese (14): lose (again, the only place it is used by Shakespeare).

by Shakespear

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• Sonnet 5
• Sonnet 4
• Sonnet 3
• Sonnet 2

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• Dirge
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The Witches’ Spell by William Shakespeare

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

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by William Shakespeare 
Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare

 

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• Sonnet 4
• Sonnet 3
• Sonnet 2

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• Dirge
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Christopher by Heather Christine

Constantly i think about
How much i need you, and how
Right it feels to be with you, how
In every
State of my being, i can feel the
Truth that we have, how easily my heart
Opened up to you, like its what God had
Planned, The
Happiness that flutters my soul,
Every time we touch, how it takes me away from
Reality, and into our heaven again. <3

by Heather Christine

Since this is a love poem, i figured id share a love song as well!

So much love in the air today. I love love, like love should be loved. Lovingly.



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Sonnet 4 by William Shakespeare

SONNET 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
   Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
   Which, used, lives th' executor to be.


by William Shakespeare

i like this pic

Notes
Unthrifty (1): wasteful or unprofitable.
beauty's legacy (2): the beauty passed down to you (that should extend to your children). Your beauty is but a loan from nature: you must not hoard it.
frank (4): generous.
free (4): liberal/generous.
niggard (5): miser.
usurer (7): moneylender.
traffic with thyself alone (9): A moneylender would not turn a profit if he lent only to himself.
th' executor to be (14): the child he would bear.

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• Sonnet 5
• Sonnet 4
• Sonnet 3
• Sonnet 2

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• Dirge
• Fairyland I

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Sonnet 3 by William Shakespare

SONNET 3

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
      But, as for me: helas, I may no more.
      The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
      I am of them, that farthest cometh behind.
   Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
      Draw from the deer; but as she fleeth afore
      Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
      Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
   Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
      As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
      And, graven with Diamonds, in letters plain,
   There is written, her fair neck round about:
      Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
      And wild for to hold - though I seem tame.
Who so list to hount : I know where is an hynd,
      But, as for me : helas, I may no more.
      The vayne travail hath werid me so sore,
      I ame of theim, that farthest cometh behinde
   Yet, may I by no means, my weried mynde
      Drawe from the Der; but as she fleeth afore
      Faynting I folowe. I leve of therefore :
      Sins in a nett I seeke to hold the wynde.
   Who list her hount : I put him out of dowbte :
      As well as I : may spend his time in vain.
      And graven with Diamonds in letters plain :
   There is written, her faier neck rounde abowte :
      Noli me tangere for Cesars I ame
      And wylde for to hold : though I seme tame.
NOTES
Whoso = whoever.
list = desires.
hind = a female deer.
helas = a variant form of 'Alas'.
Noli me tangere = Do not touch me (Latin).
For Caesar's I am = I belong to the King.

Possibly the poem refers to Anne Boleyn, who was chased by Henry VIII.
Wyatt is supposed to have warned the King against her as she was too free with her favours.

by William Shakespear

More Shakespear Sonnets

• Sonnet 5
• Sonnet 4
• Sonnet 3
• Sonnet 2

Other Shakespear Poetry

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• Dirge
• Fairyland I

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