tales from the murky splurge

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Saturday, February 15, 2020

Carefree are we to exist this way, Falling leaves scatter on our paths There are words in you I hear what you say, Scared is the night, dare you ask Sign in to see full entry.

hello to love you make me wonder, mixed emotions scrape and ponder, but clear is all, to me and my heart, it's where we finish, where we start. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 14, 2020

The young inspired and forward thinkers Will hold a torch and burn it bright. Sign in to see full entry.

This is actually a short story, I have never written one before so I looked up a poem which inspired me. Would really appreciate your feedback. Short story, Lauren Staton. Gone to Canada The secret to being spontaneous is to relish the desire of the unexpected. Jean liked to be un-predictable. She... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 8, 2020

What is noise, if not a series of interruptions. What is silence if it cannot be broken. Corruption of thought, stirred until eyes screwed straining to make sense to hear, head is tilted a noise consistent fortitude a droning a bell ringing a pitch of petulance, determined. a dog in pain a radio of... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 23, 2019

jobs flew off the wall and into the drain, the prop fell we hold hands together in despair. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 20, 2019

A wall is a symbol of separation Dividing people With no border barring. Would 5million Jews locked in Ghettos have been murdered, if a Jew was not a Jew? Would the bombs in Belfast, not killed, if there were no Catholics or Protestants? With no British Empire to conquer and decide on a territory to... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

seek dark shadows on the stairs Footsteps in rhythm Cool blood runs through fingers again Candles flicker Eyes wide open Fear the rain I see your shape with whiskey hold cautious hands tremble Run behind locked doors and quick Holding breath A storm breaks Fear the rain. Jump when knocks beat hard... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Im back

Spiderfly Poets from under the tree When I love myself, my creativity is in abundance, from this point that I am at now follows my future. I accept the direction I choose to take. It has been a while, but I am traveling now for ten months so looking forward to sharing my work from beyond borders. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Prince of Calcutta

mohit You have been my teacher Elena, can’t you see, it has been you that has gifted me the inspiration I had been searching for. This last lonely path you talk of, you will never walk alone. You are an amazing woman and I, if I must be true to myself cannot let go of the fascination I have of you.... Sign in to see full entry.

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