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Paul Murray Poem
Slept with dreams
To awake with reality
Quickens the heart within
To be in dream again
Being teased with skin
Caressing soft petal lips, drench in dew
Touching softly
Wetness desires
With tender whisper winds, blowing softly against your skin
With goosebumps tingle, lay in dream
Let finger tips trace your silhouette -
with tips on your lips, parting for a kiss
Dream to be swept up, in love
Feel the temptations, flame below
Let thoughts caress the mind losing control
Feeding your ecstasy
Slept with dreams once more
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2020
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Reached out to hold the silhouette who posed in the elegance of beauty that is hidden within darkness that spills out with blackness of sparkle stars near to shine
My soul, stood near, dazzled by what my old eyes sees, breathless feelings to be within her silhouette, swept inside the darkness. The rush of love that my imagination conjured up filled my old head. My feet became alive as my frail body began to dance around the beautiful silhouette that still and dark with radiant sparkles, stars that felt as though they were taking me away
As soon as she appeared her silhouette disappeared from under the cobblestone bridge from which I sat below in awe of the love I felt from the silhouette covered in darkness with sparkle stars near to shine
To shine my path through her love
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2023
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Paul Murray Poem
H e y y e a h
Won’t you join me tonight
L e t s
a c t cra zy
R u n from my nightmares, hiding inside me
Dissect my thoughts
Hold me to them
Don’t let me crawl out from under them
I’m frighten f r o m my illusion’s
S t r a p me down
Before I r u n away
Roll me down
To the crazy floor
Toss me out and run away
Don’t look back
I’m acting crazy
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2023
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So much in my head
My Words can’t express
I’m lost between my head and you
You make things in my head seem so true
Walking the streets with you
Toasting our glass of water making loving looks
Outside under a white tent
Maybe someday
It’ll be a toast with champagne on our wedding day
You dressed in white looking unbelievably fine
Under that white tent
Flowers fill the room
You stand out the most beautiful flower in the room
My heart flutters looking at you
Oh ya
Longing for you
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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The night was lit
With flames adorned
Amongst the moon and stars
Her beauty grace my eyes
My temptations for her, filled me
The lips so tender to kiss, with scent, so eager to please
The closeness devoured my innocence
Her tongue laid dirty deeds, willfully pleasing
My pulse exploding
Her dirty deeds of
Smoldering heat
Her beauty,
Lay beneath
Breathless
entanglement
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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It’s her heart
It’s her eyes twinkling at me
That makes me the luckiest man alive
She takes hold of my hand
She’s the joy of my life
Love her in every way
Oh ya
- love her
Oh my she’s my love
What she does to my heart
Taking hold
Never letting go
That makes me the luckiest man alive
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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May he swing
In his rope,
that he placed on America
As America steeds away, as his horse sends him hanging in the wind
Let the rot of his stench send a message to all those
Democracy will always prevail over fascism
Your gop has no place in our country
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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Paul Murray Poem
The pickering of pickle pie
Of pickle as pickled could be
My liver to be exact
Pickled to disbelief
Of proportionately exorbitantly larger than it could be
But what is it
To be exactly like me
In all fathoms of to be
Inwardly moving through scale topple less trees
Green In envy I see
Far reaching I see
Resting on top of my tree
But what about pickles that echoes and bellows below
All in time please
I’m in need of my yellow phone
To sanction the life out of those
Those are to be known
Unfortunately for those who can’t seem to follow the pickle by the sea
I have nothing to give you but a tireless rant of nonsense
So follow your foe or foe’s
As I will stay here on top of my tree eating my pickle pie
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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Like braille
In the depth of darkness
Feeling her way to my heart
Like the light that I was searching for
She pierced through that darkness
Lifting me high to heaven
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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The crushing sound bashing in my head
The boy I see, dreaming to be an army man
Only fears and tears of knowing that it can’t be
My boy, wake up and see reality!
Only death, comes in a world of Putin and Xi.
The hammer for war, is swinging full speed
Internally, the states are at war with their views of red and blue.
Democracy vs the GOP
The radically racist, authoritarian views and belief under the hood of church
Are at the core of tearing down our democracy
The wolves in sheep clothing undermine our values of our way of life
Yet you follow them as sheep do
My boy, wake up to see the real reality
I do not want you to be an army man
Copyright © Paul Murray | Year Posted 2022
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