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Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The words unheard, not said.
Beauty beheld in radiant eyes
In you resides the strength of Achilles
Though at war within your smile is silly
All and sundry cries
A child unknown, underlies
This babe: birthed in the lion’s den
Whimpering song of saddened sin
Precious glowing guise.
A moments life on a dealers rate
Mommy’s whoring liquid lance
Living within your secret trance
Ungodly was to procreate
Yet yours is to a tempted fate
To feel, to float, to steal a scream
A life conceived within a dream
With this are you given another date.
Heaven awaits sweet heroin hero
Innocent babe with your precious grin
What you have now is only ten
Seconds counted backwards to zero
Alone to dwell in your place of limbo
A pasture for you, a bed of clouds
One more broken breath allowed
Goodbye sweet heroin hero.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
January 21,2008
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From the greenest acres of laden wood
The painted asphalt of a future's path
In breathless moments of events withstood
Upon the virtue of Jehovah's wrath
Founded a nation in united task
Brought forth the torrent souls of righteous gain
The restless embodied from shackle's drain
Grasped upon the mountains of western earth
Spoke forth the sound of Man's forsaken name
Under God is given a nation's birth.
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Evils carried from past down times of old
As the horse pulled coach acquires new ground
The loot of war traded for food and gold
Twenty souls to work for free in Jamestown
Honored men and women of darkened brown
Though freedoms hide in masks of truths bestowed
A new age ends the era, quid-pro-quo
As pennies now define a man his worth
A right tiptoes in by D' Angelo
Under God is given a nation's birth.
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Prosperity of a nation divides
The father's musket lays his son to rest
Here within, rises the Jekyll and Hyde
As the babe has bitten the mother's breast
It is what pleases you that we detest
Sounds off the blood of the servitude man
We shall fight you now if even by hand
No more are we twopence halfpennyworth
We all are God's image since time began
Under God is given a nation's birth.
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In wondrous acres of built city wood
Ushering in an equal common good
Where all men glimmer the strength of the earth
Judged not by color or value or worth
The dawn brings light of a life understood
Under God is given a nation's birth.
By: Darren J McMurray
January 20, 2009
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A whisper of beauty sets to the night
In ancient time of Autumn breeze
A flightless feather to soar the sky
Records the silent echos of sorrow
Carries through on seasonal change
Keeping time with history's eye.
A feather passes a tear filled eye
The sacrifice before the night
The day of blood held in the breeze
As a gentle wind through summer sky
Pierced by the blade of sorrow
The Holy man of change.
New land wandered for man to change
A wishful time to England's eye
The eagle spies the foot step night
The pilgrims beyond the breeze
As children cry to burn the sky
A massacred Indian sorrow.
A black man echoes sorrow
The pain of life to change
Freedom from the blood stained eye
His cry seeks out the night
Caressed by Autumn breeze
As another feather floats the sky.
Blood stench streams in horrid sky
The bodies of broken sorrow
The feather sights upon the change
As delusions form in hatred eye
Secrets under night
Their souls become the breeze.
Reaching upon the new day breeze
A scrape of cloud and sky
A world united in mornings sorrow
The view of landscaped change
Laments cry the tearful eye
Through restless lonely night.
Unto the land of darkened night
The feather of recorded sorrow
A moments break awaits, the next Autumn breeze.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 25, 2008
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As I sit underneath my fabled willow
Alone and wrought within an empty earth
The sky is blackened before all I see
The heavens open, its tears reach for me
Cooing, crooning upon my wretched birth
Washing clean the illusions life does bestow.
The illusion of being a man, free
Of holding hands, togetherness and love
Life is no more real than a sleepless dream
Behold the thunder! It covers my screams
From the branches baring witness, a dove
Recording the naught of Man above the sea.
Loneliness slips farther into the night
My walk on this path leads me to the grave
Yet the flowers do not bloom before me
The sky withers in hope, once more to be
My heartbeat is weakened, lest it beat brave
Abandon encroaches upon my light.
The beauty of my willow disperses
There was never shelter here from my life
And the grains of time filter through the glass
The world carried upon the broken ass
These illusions of Mankind welcome strife
Wiltering my poetical verses.
Words no longer pliable to meaning
Truth is the existence of infusion
What death reaches out from the grave and lives?
Is this what my treacherous breathing gives?
Mother, are you yet one more illusion,
Or just a simplicity of my dreaming?
My willow sits barren, no life beheld
Existence now merely an intrusion
Clouds fall like rocks, scattering without sound
Crushing what will I believe to have found
I spiral through degrading illusion
As death becomes meaning where life has failed.
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By: Darren J McMurray
March 5, 2011
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I saw you brother with your eyes deadened to life
As the bullet passed through your chest
I shall never forget that piece of lead that laid your soul to rest
Lodged into the door beside me
Our plan had failed
Every detail played to perfection
Your hand was on the rail of the train when the shouts came
Stop! Stop!
To stop meant death anyway, so why would we
Yet their bullet pierced you
And I stood there, frozen in a world that hated us
If things were reversed I wonder, would I have pulled that trigger?
I think back when they sent momma and poppa to that gas tank
The cloths had hidden the fear in their eyes
As they walked silently to death
I know this, I could never have been that cruel
How could they follow this leader of deranged thought
But now I am alone in this freedom land called America
I shall never forget what those Nazi's did to my family
The tortures unbearable for thought
All the friends I have known have perished by gas
Some shot for refusing to die
All because I am Jewish
Nothing could be so atrocious as to kill a man for being himself.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
June 14, 2008
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Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 21, 2008
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The world is changing
Even the sky is a darker shade of blue
And the squirrels are at war
With the snakes
The acorn fell to the wrong side of the tree
And the snakes say, “The acorn is for me.”
The seasons have become bold
Nature has come to reclaim her domain
And the elephants are chasing
The cheetah
The water hole is a sacred place
The cheetah winces, falls from grace.
Ice rain falls from the heavens
Reshaping all that is
The birds together in mixed confusion
As the falcon carries away the cow
A feast of feasts to feast upon
Until the bone and marrow are gone.
The polar caps have melted
Has the earth moved closer to the sun?
The penguins are armed with rifles
Killing off the polar bear
Save the polar bear, the creed
A new endangered species.
The forest has found ending
Trees are placed in designated positions
And the stingray becomes the mortal enemy
Of man
The world is indifferent to all
Maybe things will be better in the fall.
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Poeta nascitur non fit.
Not everyone can hear the words
Bringing forth the beauty in life and meaning
Giving value to substance
Each story a new beginning, a new ending.
Poeta nascitur non fit.
The soul of love will cherish nature
Seeing the scintillation from within the waterfall
Give the will of hope unto anothers broken heart
And will give voice unto the emotion of a tear drop.
Poeta nascitur non fit.
A poet will not rise from the enrichment of monetary value
That would be absurd, an unnatural juxtaposition
A poet will not spring forth from strife nor human deficiency
Poetry does not stem from a mere saddened emotion.
Poeta nascitur non fit.
Poetry is in the soul and blossoms forthright
A poet sees life in its truest reality
The poet can see though the stench of government
And the conformity of all society.
Poeta nascitur non fit.
A rose not from a seed is a mere impression of affection
Much as, a poet learned can write the script
Yet only from the seed can truest love be known
Poeta nascitur non fit.
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By: Darren J. McMurray
January 4, 2011
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There’s a place I want to be
Far away into the Netherlands
Deep into the woods where mystical air is breathed
Here I’ll be a part of all that is real
In the mind
The place where dreams begin
Where even eagles fly sometimes
The sky is mystified with purple and velvet hues
Catwood trees blooming yellow leaves
Tonight all three moons are full of magical light
There goes a herd of kittens through the trees
The ground as soft like clouds as I sit upon
The imagination
Beetledoves are singing in wonderful tune
Netherlands live on, Netherlands live on
The ground moves and the waters are still
As the winds blow
There goes a fiery phoenix
I new they were real
I see stars dancing, holding hands
Swirling in circles through the twilight sky
How lovely there the unipig swimming up the waterfall
“What a beautiful world this harmony”,
Said the zebra sitting next to me
This here is a magical place indeed
The place where dreams begin
In the mind.
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You led a hard life my friend
Of thorns and stones to heavy to bare
Within the spirits you were consumed
Exiled to a life exhumed
My heart can only wish to share
The love I have left to send.
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No grudge do I hold of your accomplishments
You suffered more severe than I
Twas to your soul a broken man
Though life was clear in harsh demand
Of what you lost I'll not ask why
For nothing removed gained betterment.
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Was plead to stars on merry night
one chance to hold the dream
Yet even to I was in exile
Abandoned, forgotten in family style
To this was I alone to scream
What should have been has been stripped from sight.
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Behold, I rejoice the reunion
The daughter taken vigorously twice
Returns to you within the sky
With this does my sadness subside
As love falls ominous to entice
In witness, the Holy communion.
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Hold her father, forever
Hide her from the lies
The forlorn search is broken
Though truth was never spoken
I stare with tears in my eyes
For love I shall always endeavor.
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Goodnight dear father, my friend
Keep wait as my spirit still grows
I bid thee farewell, adieu
As life I now must pursue
With strength I shall compose
'Till life for me transcends.
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Alan Leeroy McMurray
9/12/1940--5/20/2009
By: Darren J McMurray
May 21, 2009
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