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[title] => Not Always Nice
[time] => 2015-11-18 21:05:25
[hometext] => By: E. Wayne Searles
[bodytext] => The perfect world it is something with me you won’t always see Where I write about rainbows and butterflies this mind held in contempt, precious thoughts do not flee Some say damaged goods others say loss of innocents may be Whatever be the case all of these words are certainly from me Writing about real life certain moments of a day Sometimes trying to release thoughts a kind of torment that just won’t go away Every person has their moments many lock themselves up, not wanting to share Growing old and wretched with a wrinkled face and an evil snare A walk in the forest or visions of dead with no appeal A mind is a powerful thing if you allow it, your sanity it will steal Sometimes it can’t be helped our mind controls everything we do Trying to grasp a happy reality to write it and share with you So for the lily pads and flower peddles with streaks of sunlight shining on morning dew It’s a pretty picture I’m just not always able to share that picture with all of you Read my chicken scratch let it etch the imagination of whatever realm in which you may be I will try to touch your heart subliminal courtship from my words for you to see Copyright © 2015 E. Wayne Searles All Rights Reserved http://www.poeticquest-1.biglaunch.net [comments] => 5 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 43 [informant] => waynster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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