tales from the murky splurge

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Monday, May 4, 2009

byron again, sorry I just cant resist it

when we two parted in silence and tears half broken hearted to sever for years, pale grew thy cheek and cold colder thy kiss truly that hour foretold sorrow to this..... do you want more later. xx Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

insert by W: It stood there growling, teeth aglow blood dripping from its mouth his tongue slobbering and pink desparate for a drink He saw the spider and winced in pain the dragon was back again he had run for miles and miles through the wood of misted isles he knew the spider would be hiding deep... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 2, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

crack! went the branches of a distant tree Crack! went the ground as it split into three Spider took refuge and scurried under logs Howling filled the air from a pack of wild dogs The flames from a dragon were now in the wood then spider saw what she had always understood the dragon clawed and the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 1, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

spin and twin your silk will flow to the butterfly ball really you must go the spider smiled and said what I you know I am not a butterfly. Then the maid blew a kiss and said with a sigh all of us here whether bees or flies inside us there are butterflies your beauty is not apparent it would seem... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 30, 2009

THE LAUNCH

YEMANJA HAD PICKED UP THE TURBULENT WAVES SHE IS PLAYING AND TAUNTING LOOK AT THE AUDACITY TO CLAIM THE FAIR SET DAUNTING, MUTINITY ON THIS BOAT NEVER SET IT FAIR IT IS HIS MINE AND HIS IF YOU WANT TO FEEL THE WIND IN YOUR HAIR SOME COINS OF GOLD YOU MUST GIVE. BUT COME ON BOARD IF YOU MUST IS IT TO... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

as rising on its purple wing this insect queen of insect spring, oèr emerald meadows of kashmeer, invites the young pursuer near and leads him on from flower to flower a weary chase and wasted hour then leaves him as it soars on high with panting heart and tearful eye so beauty lures this full grown... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

spider was sure of her grace she closed her eyes then spoke about her dreams and her fears and her lies she knew she was clever and had proved herself strong then the images came and she saw she was wrong My children are lost and I hear them calling but my love is left on the sand and I fear he is... Sign in to see full entry.

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love is the positive, a place of happpines and fulfilment. Retreat, power, envy, hate and jealousy are all conspiring to kill off your love, fighting against you, overpowering the one thing that stands alone above all else, Love! The odds are against you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 27, 2009

true love is when you hold a butterfly in your hands then let it fly away to enjoy the spirit of the freedom it seeks. Watch it with wonder and embrace its return for it will bring colours it has gathered from rainbows and will want to share them with you, Never question the journey just accept it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Loving someone is not about consuming them, it is unconditional....it is not about who or what they do, when or where, but how YOU feel towards that person. What you cannot consume or possess should not change your feelings if true love prevails... 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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