tales from the murky splurge

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Monday, April 27, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

so here we continue the butterfly ball, just to remind you, this is the sequel to the spider and the fly. this is the spider`s version but the frog will be having his say later on. Is he well this frog her thoughts did wander and now i must not linger longer above her head a branch went crack TWO... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 26, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

But fly is now a frog of green and on his way to dreams unseen her love for him for sure was dead so why these pictures in her head A fleck of guilt came like a wave she had left him on the beach that day to seek his wishes and clear his sins to find out what was best for him pulled was she to find... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

butterfly ball contd...

and as she woke she looked across the ocean bright and blue she stretched eight legs, she had slept so well, was she calm, serene, she could not tell she turned to face the forest for she now knew what to do. towards the forest trees so tall there would be darkness deep within but this did not deter... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 20, 2009

why suffer spider kicks her legs why suffer the gloating why suffer licking my wounds i carry a sack to put my hope in. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

continuation, butterfly ball..

and there underneath the twinkling sky she slept upon the ground his arms outstretched to catch the moonlight to coat her body and secure her tight sweet dreams my spider of the night and sleep without a sound she slept and in her dreams she saw a boat was floating without oars and faraway from... Sign in to see full entry.

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continuation, butterfly ball..

The sand was turning into rock and faced with mighty towering cliffs she viewed a forest from the top so now she climbed and would not drop and on she crawled and could not stop her legs now tired and stiff at last the final push and onto the craggy edge she rested on a blade of grass and sipped on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday when it comes. We will not touch the water alone in which you drown

yemanya Yemanya brings us a golden opportunity together we will touch the water as we reach out for it is there and it has my name carved on both hands........... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Meet me in the morning it is when I need you bring my dreams to surface I have been drowning all night. in murky splurge maybe the red wine did it all xxx Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 13, 2009

continuation, butterfly ball..

she scurried so along the sand the ocean at her side and at the end of each long day she´d sleep beneath a rock and pray, her children would be safe at play whilst through the night she´d hide on day fifteen she´d travelled far the splurge was now a fleck the memories faint and fading fast with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 12, 2009

IT enters mockingly and writes those words wake up shake up it´s all absurd..... have a happy Easter Monday 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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