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Michael Murray Poem
Walking in the trees one day
I watched the weather change
A figure approached
White as a ghost, with a hand behind his back
Walking at angles odd to me
And humming a tune of sorrow
Trekking to a meadow of gloom
And daring me to follow
Looking up from his path, whispering
A lungful of wrath spent
"Mutter my name if you wish to stay"
"My name today, is Mister Grey"
Thinking on this turn of time
And the Hell that lay behind
"Mister Grey, what is the secret you guard so dear
in the palm behind your back?"
And I became seized
Seized by a site strange as could be
Mister Grey trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
"Follow brother, swallow, see, and breathe this tale of agony"
And when I feel to stare beyond
The prison of stars, just to see
It stares back, with gavel and hammer
In a manner the same as he
If never a better time should come
To hold an impulse and control it
Spiral down the bounding stairs
To darkness at its fullest
And fear to see inside myself, compelling me to follow
I forsake and answer for a knowing look
And traced his step
To where the outline stood
A house, a house was built
Standing tall and still
On pins and needles, against its will
Standing on the step inside
Mister Grey stopped to speak
Mister Grey Trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
"This is my home, it is my own, I never loved the family"
"Building walls over walls, getting hotter still the smell surrounds me"
"Shallow graves engraved in clay underneath the boards"
"Fight the fires of the gore, hitting harder hold the bottle steady"
"I weild the blade of God, I made from my hand"
"I stared into the pit tonight, the best dream I ever had"
Thinking on this feeling
And looking to my hand
If the world is a prison
Then life is a sentence
Save for the power to let this go
And drop the will of the guilty
Mister Grey trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
A memory, not of mine
Sent for me like a smack of spite
The face in the river asks for a kiss
And im obliged to deliver
Copyright © Michael Murray | Year Posted 2005
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Michael Murray Poem
When I knew it all
I learned how to lose
A smile shines through the sickly pallor
Of knowing whats to come
Lucid as life can be
And here behind the concrete
A smoke away from steady
And a million miles from home
I remember a better man
Who lived better days
And can only wonder whats changed
In my short time
These tired eyes
Have seen enough from the end of a gun
But with the grace of an autumn leaf
Giving in to the breeze
I'll accept when it my time to go
But I pray and hope and wish for a dream
From the sleep that used to come easy
And if this gentle rain could wash away
The time that seems to drag
Then I could be back
With a steady hand
And be the man that she deserves
Back to the dirty handle
On a broken door
To a house I would rather see burn
But here I am, and there she is
Copyright © Michael Murray | Year Posted 2006
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