tales from the murky splurge:

Sunday, February 20, 2011

The void contained only darkness intoxicated favours combined friends not saviours feeding and munching playing but the music soundless where no pain lifted no north to go back to no money to travel south the west signed you wayward the east grey with cloud you shivered on cobbles waves taunted... 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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