Pocketful Of Undisturbed Words.
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From the stone,
My feet were set in,
Not a chance,
Without a decent reception,
Understating the brainís erections,
Any known form of acceptance...
Is but an episode,
Of warm or cold river flows,
For the secrets they hold,
Beneath the briefest of moulds,
Is the discreetness unknown?
Things got old,
Withering in to nothing,
Intricately moving on to find the next substance,
Living for a purpose,
Brings more than less pain,
Itís inevitably immersed,
In to perverse water first,
Contracting a curse,
With a pocketful of undisturbed words,
Soon to relay the meaning of perturbed,
Without understanding the reality,
Of life, typical insanity,
Causes strife, as well as vanity,
For the correct to prevail over the angry,
You may understand me, you may not,
Words have many meanings,
Provide true feelings and emotion,
Sealing devotion for healing,
Promoting the appealing,
While ignoring the greatest of beings...
Chris P Davies
If a picture's worth a thousand words,
I've pained a thousand pictures,
If a scream is worth a thousand dreams,
I've dreamed a thousand whispers...