tales from the murky splurge

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

lost

He handed me this blueprint and i spread it across the ground it was amazing full of goals ambitions each one golden but how could i have read the smallprint who was there to say because to read them would make the wind just blow your dreams away There is not room in one life for perfect balance you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 27, 2009

gone is not she, but swimming in the depths of multiple tasks

yemanja has settled the score she feels the water and wakes the shore the new waves she will blow gently on the breeze of destiny towards the shadows where i sleep alone with your thoughts you, forbid yourself to speak aloud to lift your arms to touch her arm no comfort can you give to keep her warm... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

be courageous and say what you really want to say today spider Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Today this poem came into my head as I was driving. It was given to me 35 years ago by a good friend. My love for you will never die no matter how the others try to part us and make us believe in the patterns of hate that they weave. I will love you forever till he rivers cease to flow I will love... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Up in the sky we look down below. we are so proud to be up there, like gods and goddesses - is this the top of the world. we can fly and sometimes swim together, bodies entwined and soft as we dance on air. moving in slow motion, my arms stretched out to the ground. as if giving love as a gift to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Spider sighed and ushered inside, Her nest as barren as her belly, Stocks were low and where was Fly? She glanced anxiously into the sky. Was he flying away from her again, Sweeping the skies with her eyes She cried inside at the pain, Was he gone, or was it all lies? Her children cried out for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 7, 2009

LOSS has been part of my journey. It has followed my footsteps, when I rest at the side of the road I can understand, it has taught me what is truly precious- The greatest journey is the distance between two people to bring that together takes courage and strength. at the completion there is wisdom... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

spider and fly verse 2

NO I.SCREAM ACCROSS THE ROCKY GLASSY SPLURGE WHERE MIXED UP VERSES AND WORDS CONVERGE SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS LIE AND MOCK A CRAFTY WEAVER IS TAKING STOCK HOO AND BOO, AM I THERE, NOT I I AM ON MY WAY WITH SHEPHERDS PIE, DO YOU THINK OF POISEN, ARE YOUR EARS NOW GREEN, RUN AWAY RUN AWAY – THERE IS NO... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

The spider and the fly Hi, What a wonderful way you have with words, Commanding and endearing in my eyes, So full of wishfullness and slanted verbs Like sending a spider, to catch a fly. The web takes time to prepare, she's ready to reap, All silver threads that glisten and shine, Made in the dark... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

she tried to spin again that morn. her fingers now tattered, twisted and worn, she had come this far lengthened the space what must she do to erase his face. the spider is teased with yet more words are they from the heart or from the sorrow poured in more to fill the pot so does she calm then cry... 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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