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Jacob Murray Poem
The arrow I see every day
Pointing me along my way
As I walk and sing and pray
North to fire’s Ice temptation
For as I think of little good
Wondering if I could, I should
Thinking still of little nice
Taking chances with weighted dice
Moving forward once, yet backwards twice
Towards ill made joy and elation
Immature in action, voice, and pencil
Run on logs and so much kindle
As innocent leaves pay ultimate price
Just fly to fall and end the play
Amidst the concentration
The truth is lost in tickle
But somehow left ok
As minerals of Ice decay
In truthful concentration
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As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet
plagued life.
Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly
stomp.
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”
The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.
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Tigers attacking Their purrs do I hear
Yet their mouths and teeth I rarely do fear
Their claws penetrate Their paws slash my heart
Their nails dig in As their slashes make art
They dig for my soul As my body lays dying
Yet the spirit within They are not finding
For it lies in the heart They just cut through
Now it's in strips Cut not by their lips
On the ground Speaking true
Love is gone Soul abound
The pieces found I count I can't find them all
Something's not right The blood in one's mouth
Unfound by nature uncouth As one takes His piece of the fight Out of the field
Hanging from the mouth
Punctured by a tooth
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