Silence the waves crashing,
Silence the birds call,
Silence echoes of the lost soul,
Silence, everywhere silence.
Screams shatter the birds call,
Screams silence the waves,
Screams crack the very essence,
Screams scare the silence away.
Silently the screams take over.
Screams of silent despair.
Silent screams, scream silently.
Silently I scream.
Yes its now confirmed
By the shaking hands
And sweat covered brow
I'm addicted
Cant get my fix
I've tried and tried
I'm almost going out of my mind
I'm addicted
Don't know if there is rehab
Or any help groups
Cant tell my friends
I'm addicted
So hurry up and comment
Get your act together
I cant cope when you don't read
I'm addicted.
If time were just a coin,
cold weight I couldn’t join,
a silent circle, small,
pressed gently in my palm to fall.
If time were fleeting gold,
a glow too soft to hold,
it’d shimmer, then be gone,
a thought dissolving into dawn.
If time were borrowed breath,
a debt repaid in depth,
in moments kept unseen,
where quiet lingers in between.
If time were currency,
I’d spend it tenderly,
let every second glide
like dust through slowly shifting light.
I dream a world where the courage of our conviction
is governed by the confidence in our compassion.
I dream a world where the courage of our conviction
is governed by compassion out of fashion.
I dream a world where we fashion a song of freedom
from the chains of our confusion.
I dream a world where the confusion of conviction
breeds the opportunity of connection.
I dream a world where the arcing line of justice
bisects the stubborn line of continuous conviction.
I dream a world where the chains linking all conviction
melt the chains which link the fences of our illusion.
I dream of a dream within a dream where the awakening
air we breathe is not a yawn but the song we dreamed.
And this time…
we remember…
all the words.
I have a dream.
So creeped out by my own ideas,
So I am so bad as I seemed, because
So and so said so, and
So and so sees it, and I'm
So scared to be what I'm scared of, what
So and so is said to be, what is
So so bad, so bad as it seems, she's
So creeped out said so and so, and
So scared to see it for so long, and
So and so said so, with
So and so and so and so, so
So so so so so so so.
So very much done with this.
If I was your smartphone
You would talk to me for hours
If I was your smartphone
You would hold me and make sure I was safe
If I was your smartphone
You would keep me close and check on me often
If I was your smartphone
You would trust me and ask me for help
If I was your smartphone
You would rely on and be grateful for me
If I was your smartphone
You would be excited when I sought your attention
If I was your smartphone
You would make sure my battery was charged
If I was your smartphone
You would play games with me and think I was fun
If I was your smartphone
You would whisper into my ear and share your secrets
If I was your smartphone
Imagine all the wonderful times we would share
If only
I was your smartphone
The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.
The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.
The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields.
The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.
“I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.” Dean Koontz
I know there is something bright above me
I can feel its brilliance
I want to rise above this earth to join it
I can lift a few inches, but something is holding me back
I try to break free
I realize
I am not just being held
I am being grasped, tied, and violently restrained to the point that
I am sinking into the dirt and the mud that surrounds me until all
I see is black
I feel my mouth and nostrils fill with muck
I threaten to suffocate
I desperately wish for light, for air and - there it is. Such Joy!
I am again rising to the light. Why would
I want anything else? But,
I can only lift a few inches. Something is holding me back.
Potential
I have the Power to make the world a better place.
I have the Opportunity to make someone’s day bright.
I have the Time to make my love happy.
I have the Energy to make a difference.
I have the Nobility to make the downtrodden proud.
I have the Tolerance to make the unlovable loved.
I have the Intelligence to make others see.
I have the Ability to make angels come true.
I have the Love to make our father in heaven shine.
I have the POTENTIAL to make good and not evil.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Be Nice
Don’t be nasty, don’t be mean.
Don’t use words, that are obscene.
Don’t be obscure, please be concise.
Don’t use words, that are not nice.
Don’t stroke egos, like a phallus.
Don’t use words, filled with malice.
Don’t hurt feelings, when you write.
Critiques are for helping, so keep it tight.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
When there is no plan B
When all weighs heavily upon me
When all friends seem lost
When I have considered all the cost
When bills pile high
When all I want to do is cry
Then I will challenge problems anew
Then I will search for solutions through and through
Then I will give thanks to my Creator
Then I will silence my inner debater
Then I will offer up a song of praise
Then I will look for better days
We can see it
smell it
hear it
Touch it
taste it
love it
hate it
fear it
feel it
prolong it
shorten it
mock it
curse it
embrace it
track it
lose it
find it
remember it
forget it
abuse it
respect it
eject it
enjoy it
destroy it
change it
waste it
We can even repeat it
But
We cannot deny it
We cannot rewind it
We cannot stop it
The concept of an escape is...
...to escape in my own thoughts,
...to escape from my thoughts,
...to escape; however, ONLY in my thoughts.
Blue like the waves that crash in the deep blue sea
Blue like the feeling that makes us gloomy and unhappy
Blue like the sky when the clouds run away
Blue like the the flashing lights of fireworks on a special day
Blue is a magical color that lives in us everyday
Grey like the big fluffy clouds that sit up high in the sky
Grey like the walls that watch us without any eyes
Grey like the wolves that howell away
Grey like the roads that take us miles away
Grey like my heart when I'm having a very bad day
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