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[aid] => mick
[title] => There's a Fly in My Soup
[time] => 2005-04-01 14:13:37
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[bodytext] => Waters become mirky with the blinding litter of uncertainty I swim through, tossing aside virus riddled debris as I search for the familiar comfort where sun rays penetrate Waves of emotion stir these mirky waters not by choice but to filter and cleanse the future tides ashore In this world where prisons are erected behind our backs and make prisoners of behind our very eyes Swimming away I find an escape as clarity is noticed from the watchtower on high Escaping the prison only to no avail I must swim through the muck provided by the filth in these waters Funny.....it still feels as if I'm there where I escaped Telling me freedom is upon us only in preconceived thought only to find the shackles still lingering in our minds Remember the refuse in these waters are an illusion put there by our minds like a mother who uses scare tactics to keep her children close to home But damn these shackles that bring me down towards the thoughts where only mold thrives and aspirations drown [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 62 [informant] => espeeayzee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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