tales from the murky splurge - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/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.....
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hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/741309Poetry from the splurge are the muddy words we just cannot scrub clean.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/741255the air was not of confusion but of enlightenment i danced through the support it gave me i glistened and was met with pride i am me and i felt true the lie appeared and it mocked us all my dream, a mere infatuation my strength, built on a crumbling rock my future, blank as a canvas my paints are...hometownhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/741196I still feel the wishes we had waiting for the summer to begin we had talked whilst walking through the spring flowers trudging throungh the deer park to Medieval castles floating in the mist we drank coffee in the little shop and planned our journey we created aspirations and times ahead I felt...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/741169would be really grateful to my blogit friends if you could spare a moment to LIKE my facebook page. www.facebook.com/pages/Spiderfly/137013083102543?filter=1 Many thanks.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/741156sleep has forgotten it's way when it held your dream in place sleep has abandoned the breaking of rules and laughed in the face of all that was valued balance believes no more the scales are so sloped and tipped towards tested and crossed out. sleep is no more now on hold and paused hopefully nothttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/739146The truth had been sinking for a time, washed away with shallow moments where care is pushed aside. the water is now green and stagnant insects wallowing in sludge stuggle to stretch their fine wings She spies the butterfly from the balL as it lands on a leaf to observe the truth floating beneath...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/729050Arms wrapped so tightly his breath is shallow and short he questions his sorrow and needed to talk his grief was once outspoken the wench he called again to listen to the moment and repeating of his pain and like radio waves floating through the air he remembered that feeling running fingers...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/728830In the future, two worlds collided and caused a mass of water to create a mist so heavy it hung over the atmosphere of the surviving world. Two moons were also formed and every so often when the two moons sit in the same sky, the mist clears and they can be seen. This is the time of the moontox....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/728293The moontox arrived with gracious dignity The wench gazed squinting through the shards of sunlight Clouds were gone, all was clear as it had been written. The truth is masked by her silence As her fears still dance in the garden of his turbulence The moontox does not lie It is time to look away...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/spiderfly/728292The moontox arrived with gracious dignity The wench gazed squinting through the shards of sunlight Clouds were gone, all was clear as it had been written. The truth is masked by her silence As her fears still dance in the garden of his turbulence The moontox does not lie It is time to look away...