tales from the murky splurge

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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

two eyes is irritated. Moontox

Care not my love who tempts the snare to see what boundries kept us there reach out the finger to touch sweet air then run away and show no care he blinked and sunlight blinded view to see what others thought they knew but memories were faded few surrounded with a purple hue. the knight he limped... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 4, 2012

For in the forest the knight had fled beware of those who had been given your charm they would use their power to see you dead and make you feel, you were safe from harm. The wizards bow he had gripped with fear he had felt the time of moontox near let the wench go she deserves not this fate but her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 3, 2012

spider trilogy, from under the stone she emerged covered in mud brought up by the splurge it was there in that moment, it froze her in fear she, had not seen him, at all on this year she bowed down her head she dared not to show this pain in her eyes that told of her woe and turning her back to... Sign in to see full entry.

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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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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Doom and gloomers Will not groom us Our voices do not reflect yours Shed the blinkers Negetive thinkers Stay behind your creaky doors That is why we will unite And work to make our future bright The young inspired and forward thinkers Will hold a torch and burn it bright. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The second moon brings pain and gloom you are inside out not outside in you stand behind the fenced in room where no one can leave or enter in The view is small the distance close and all around you stand the line strong images will paint the ghost when you feel bad you think you´re fine Take heed... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 25, 2012

The lost generation.

How can you loose a generation Or call a pool of optimism lost Think again you negative sayers And watch this space For out of your self inflicted fog Walk the new, the hope, the youth Look them straight in the eye And dare not Call them the lost generation Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

posted by spiderfly at 11:58 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry Saturday, November 27, 2010 pierce me poke me cannot find a broke me litter me fall me pull my arms right off me tar me feather me there is nothing left of me tread on me roll me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

happy valentines

hello to love you make me wander mixed emotions scrape and ponder but clear is all to me and my heart its where we finish, where we start true is the love that caresses your hair and happy in the place even though youré not there where i ask of you nothing to feed my emotions my soul is not hungry... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 13, 2012

Valentine

I feel your senses folding fair Kiss on the back of my neck through my hair Silent still whispers kissing the twine Twisting the poetic phrase valentine Far are your touches finger tips lost Cold are the days where your loneliness crossed Journeys go nowhere and tired are your limbs Wrapped in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

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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