tales from the murky splurge

Monday, April 2, 2018

The Prince from Calcutta. Age with time has miniscule importance, It is the connection we all strive for, The one that binds us together. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 19, 2018

I laid my head and dreamed of friends, Their laughter echoes in faraway corners, Still and frozen in time, they stay My journey took me far away. It is true, we move in a world made of trailing paths But the friends who stay behind forget we have gone Only to bring back the gift of stories To... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 15, 2018

I started to write a poem about the India that overwhelms me so much. I find I am empty of words to write about her. Words I find worthy for though this is a place of colour creativity and has an abundance of activity.Why are my words empty. Wait my poem says, India will drift in on shadows into... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

In search of a smile, The weather has changed and I am still in Salou, with that small piece of info out of the way, I feel I need to go in search of some smiling faces to interact with. Salou is a great place to walk and observe, a little short on great architecture but I guess I had my fill in... Sign in to see full entry.

In search of a smile, The weather has changed and I am still in Salou, with that small piece of info out of the way, I feel I need to go in search of some smiling faces to interact with. Salou is a great place to walk and observe, a little short on great architecture but I guess I had my fill in... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

WE PAINT THE WALLS AND SCATTER As the descendant of a real street painter, who used his last two pence to buy some chalk, I used the opportunity to meet the real McCoy today. Graffiti has always fascinated me, I have never done it, so dressed in my old clothes I got up early and walked 25 minutes... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

I see you on the stony path, of graveled dust and wonder of, the lines make shadows over us, and laughter as you wander off, and running off in sheer delight, to see if you will play the chase, to pick me up, to check Im safe, I shout and cry with testing tears, and grip my hands around your ears.... Sign in to see full entry.

In search of Gaudi. Ok first lesson always book on line. I have mastered the Metro though and first time ever, I have been offered a seat on a city underground. As you exit the Metro at Sagrada Familia, you hear people say WOW as they turn around on the Metro steps. It hits you, gasping at the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

My travels for six months, There is theatre in the mind of a soul who sees reflection without explanation the performance is as true as the origin of life itself, no special effect only nature in all her honesty. The performance is perfected only by the way you view it and pursue it, then you will... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

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