tales from the murky splurge

Sunday, August 31, 2014

rest your worries, we are able to hold this moment love savours in its purest light. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 30, 2014


Truth was put out and sat next to pointless what a sorrowful pair as one shook their head and the other shrugged shoulders Sign in to see full entry.

yet here we are to remain through storm and change i am so proud of you and us and rightly so that we have cared about our closeness and valued our moments in time Care not i hear you say without thought i hold the lead or twine that follows you through forest and vale i pull and there you always... Sign in to see full entry.

Hello again

It has been ages and I let my subscription lapse, I am still writing and thought I would say hello again to blogit. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Shell shock I am cold to my bone It's the end. The next blast will finish me, It will shatter me into a million pieces. The blood, is it mine? it is in the air, it is raining blood and I am in the mud, shoes heavy and weighted, Evelyn Evelyn I am sorry, I will bring back the kids. Bloody people,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

May the flight be with coloured wings. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013


Through tinted glass of inevitable mysteries, our love survives the boundaries set by other souls who beckon our wisdom to seek reasonable doubt for nothing has really been untold, no lies only truth grown and cultured, i give and you have given neither of us have taken if we should be isolated or... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The words which captivated a withered soul brought light and softness served on wishes on glass crystal dishes we drank from coniving cups steaming but no poisen did we swallow only meaning the cross fire missed us i care not now of your love or lies you broke the twisting time of tales on dusty... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 22, 2013

lets just throw it friend it is not worth a mend it is tattered on the corners and the sides now will not bend the screws are loose the wood is scratched and this years fashion will not match lets just throw it, dump it scrump it designer not lets lump and bump it. his wife wants another the latest... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Poetry from the splurge are the muddy words we just cannot scrub clean. Sign in to see full entry.

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