tales from the murky splurge

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Monday, August 15, 2011

Burning books

each page curling crisped and blackened the flames take hold mind crafted words send smoke signals into the air nothing matters no one cares. the writer and the reader look upon the ashes burning history burning knowledge dreams un lived and turned to sorrow the fire goes out and the message is left... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 30, 2011

how so rapidly our feelings change when the icy cold emotions take hold, she saw his face but not the light the light she so often cowered to that once gave his eyes a warm glow the spark that would ignite his charm is plastic now, white like snow the smile is not a smile the light in his eyes has... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

eka

this new life has inspiration brought inside by intervention walking wild we held our hands together for children on this land help has come for all of those who seek a change to greet the prose and sing out loud its only fair to help the ones that do and dare. this new world has arms outstretched... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 11, 2011

moontox imagery-

There on the river bank reminded by the sun and the rocks, the long grass, words that were written she had read again and there she saw the story, written before it happened phrophesised by her, by him, by all people, all with something to say, to judge what they saw bubbling on the surface where... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 7, 2011

To carry a dream was no heavy load it lifted her spirit and well it showed the web was not finished she had one big task and help was at hand if she needed to ask the sun peeped through clouds on splurge and terrain she found herself spinning and watching the rain but heavy were raindrops they made... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

FOR ALL GODDESSES AND GODS IN THAT ORDER: what if you were to close your eyes and imagine that all would be clear when you opened them it is like a magic light that sweeps and cleans turning a darkness into a mind of awareness. Now take my hand and walk, i will not let you fall for tomorrow you will... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 25, 2011

just thoughts of frustration and pity...

where does the phrase cut your nose off to spite your face come from it is surely is a disgrace and for the sake of some jumped up ego trashed the whole lot comes tumbling down and gets trashed the stale and smoke it looks like a joint so all that hard work what has been the point no one wants to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 23, 2011

this nonsense has been so ubsurd remember the yellow fluffy bird the one that led a merry dance and then for two months went to france the hatter stuck his stick in the ground and with piercing eyes he looked around a circus ring in one big tent to where the mad have now been sent bring on the bees... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 20, 2011

i am so happy the words are pouring out. I am up to chapter four and its so coming together. my son has started editing and correcting my punctuation, (There are some bits he should not read) I have learnt so many things lately and its all going on paper. hey watch this space, i am determined to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Tired was spider of fighting battles for others Of men and women, fathers, step mothers And whilst thinking of herself and trying not to care A fly stood trembling in a square.................. 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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