tales from the murky splurge

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Letting go. I walk where I know you had thoughts about us River or torrent fail to clear Footprints remain to stay, un washed away and left to disappear on cold ground drying You are still in the presence My love is not dying Where thoughts are your essence There's a lingering of love and The memory... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

there is no lock or barricade a door remains open darkness contained inside where the light remains unbroken the threshold is not a bridge to push apart sides but a gateway to what always stays and love can never hide the door is always open no bolt or key or lock or chain you come or go unspoken... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Carefree, and possibly annoying to many who crossed my path, I should like to apologise and inform you I have changed. My apology is based on my regret that I never came up to the mark I believed was expected of me. My change is based on the fact that I should have said it, as it was, years ago. Now... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

To be silent is to communicate with control What is not said, can create a power to block response Unspoken words break the will of biting back there is nothing more to say. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 14, 2017

there has been a war on words I am coerced into feeding a line only to watch it twist until strangled into silence i can speak no more The absence of murk will be powerful as years pass when one wants to say and un scramble one will only see clearly. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

I am struggling with an issue. two years ago my thirteen year old daughter wanted and pleaded with me to send her to a military school. I agreed as I was assured they were not there to recruit young people but to give them a great education. I watched her at military parades, at the faces of proud... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

voyages extrordinaires when you and me were wearing flares and drinking champagne out of flutes the south of france and kinky boots my mother sat upon the wall sun glasses perched so would not fall my flips have flopped and one has dropped our cranky car the engines stopped everyone out we are... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 7, 2017

I search an old poem to blow dust from its lines my words weary and repetitive like a worn shirt it falls limp amongst your tired face falling tattered through the dirt i wish to wipe your frowning face and lift your chin to feel soft breeze and warming sun to let the light of loving in but far away... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 29, 2017

help has come for all of those who seek a change to greet the prose and sing out loud its only fair to help the ones that do and dare. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 15, 2017

word block

My silence brings no words, void of floating accross white open spaces i have neither pen or keyboard dancing thoughts move out of rhythm once my friends and security i am paranoid about their truth my own thoughts betray me i ask you pull me from this place. Sign in to see full entry.

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