tales from the murky splurge for Saturday, June 02, 2012

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Two eyes glaring from the illuminating ring Black is the sky touching the rim She spoke some words we cried aloud Its not over she said above the crowd Damn you, I smirked, shrugged what can I do My soul has been flattened, I care little for you The man that exists in the poisoned shell Convinced by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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