tales from the murky splurge

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

BB contd...

The wolf it stirred and ground it`s teeth it squinted it`s eyes to see had frog sent the wolf with the unpaid debt just like he had sent the bee Oh to save and protect her what was all this for had spider not survived the likes of dragons before spider misguided had fallen into this trap of desire... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The fly is now a frog it seems and sending messages to her dreams they speak of warmth and love and care but when she wakes he is not there Of course not she cried and shrugged and again saw her world full of bugs the frog who was sitting by a wishing well was concocting a game and a wandering spell... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

spider woke, eyes full of tears her dreams wont leave her fuzzy had she dragged herself towards the lights her vision of truth was turning red so spider felt this anger surge and she blamed the murky grassy splurge this fly who had sent magic on the dew to spider who believed it true because of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

just a dream...

fly fly away sweet spider of mine come back to me in another aspect of time wander at the magical mysterious world you see then come back to earth and be with me there are rainbows up here said the butterfly which colour is your world to turn with mine and twist the twine and share the secret love... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

wayne writes hidden from the clutches of the wood the spider did as she was told and climbed into the bloody folds of skin hugging his chest and breathing from within her heart did pound and pound a light load for the wolf he said no more but turned around and was away within a bound where he is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

yemanja has settled the score she feels the water and wakes the shore the new waves she will blow gently on the breeze of destiny towards the shadows where i sleep alone with your thoughts you, forbid yourself to speak aloud to lift your arms to touch her arm no comfort can you give to keep her warm... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Today is his birthday and amazingly after twelve years since he departed I feel he power of his strength. Paul, you were the perfect gentleman and I miss you still. I feel so honored that i was given time with you. My darling husband, every time I look to the stars, there you are. Whenever I feel... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 8, 2009

thought...

can sometimes passion be linked to anger can anger fuel passion or is anger the fuel itself when we mellow is all passion lost what do you strongly feel passionate about and why what fuel are you using......................... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Into the mist he reached but listen see the strings now taught do you think the light will shine and glisten try and hear the message caught I hear you I hear you cry into my hand this is your execution my little man i hear you I hear you your love had a date when you should have sold it for now its... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

contd. wayne piece the wolf did close his eyes in pain the spider looking on in rain dreaming gone and wide alert her front legs up all pert he whispered gently as he could not wanting to alert the wood of the spiders whereabouts for there were bees about he settled on the murky wet grass and licked... 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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