tales from the murky splurge

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Saturday, April 11, 2009

day after day dayafter day after day after day after day after day

foul cruel world of cold grey waters washing over mountain rocky ground i believed in you but when i can no longer reach the sleep the tranquility of peace, where I used to rest your foulness and mischief fill the veins and you find every place to infest with your images. I search for the sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 10, 2009

to tell a story of a spider´s trail in a small piece of time a discovery shared but left to the sand and not with the care that sent to her heart and the villagers glare to tell this story we forget her battles for you will not care about years gone by interest you now where she has placed her tears... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 9, 2009

in the land of the murky grassy splurge where mixed up voices and words were heard a dragon created a mighty storm animals! people! and houses were torn A FIRE raged then clouds sent rain which soaked the splurge and all terrain a spider and a frog survived on the sand and looked upon their... Sign in to see full entry.

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in the land of the murky grassy splurge where mixed up voices and words were heard a dragon created a mighty storm animals! people! and houses were torn A FIRE raged then clouds sent rain which soaked the splurge and all terrain a spider and a frog survived on the sand and looked upon their... Sign in to see full entry.

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butterfly ball

. spin and twinning silk will flow to the butterfly ball. they all will go drops of rain that kiss the dew mists the morning daylight blue and by tonight the forest wakes to glistening glory tinged with night the moon casts shadows over all as they dance their dreams at the butterfly ball.- Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

when thrown into darkness, allow your eyes to adjust and you will see light in all the corners, all you have to do is be aware and as the lights get brighter, you will learn and understand........... just be aware and watch for signs. in your own situation only you will see them. Other people see... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 6, 2009

i must return to where is home too far away to be alone for every dream and aspiration caught in thread and silk creation we gave it birth and new begining was it not the place i stated spinning i did not care for murky splurge i did not care for mud and grime for it was there i heard the words... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

clouds are misting grey skies lifting thoughts now drifting is this it please just take me someone wake me yes please shake me this is blitz Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

patience...

if love has waited before it really opens its wings and the flutter that starts a breeze now is a tornado of emotion when will the clouds drift away and stay away so i can breathe. ahh Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

the fisherman

the water calls me to it´s edge she knows why I am here to seek advice, to clear my head or wallow in my fear i cast my line squinting my eyes on the shafts of light the sun has sent across the river moving fast then I see her again her back her neck I smell her hair I wished I wished she was not... 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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