tales from the murky splurge: for my father...

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

for my father...

your brown body your face glowing your hair white and in the breeze Little fire make him want to stay with me Talk with me and hold out your hand Please dont be embarrassed I am truly listening I am truly here to understand. Can you here me daddy as I tell you from my heart it has been hurting daddy... 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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