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Fire this poison arrow into thy heart
I feel no fear even though it's sharp
For I was young and yet it seems
My time is near
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 6/5/2007
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Mr. Pingleton had a poodle its name was strudel. No one really knew why Mr. Pingleton had called his dog strudel. Perhaps it was his favourite food. While looking out the window he thought to himself about how lovely the evening was.
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Fallen from the grace of heaven upon the land of flint and bone, through driving rains
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Many A foul bone I have mended in my time boy
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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What light beyond my window, shines
For here I stand a muse
Painted upon this faded canvas
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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The love that is built on tears
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Delicate flower of exquisite beauty
Hallowed be thy name before the rising dawn
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Does the fabric that drives us
Burden the very essence of our souls
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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People often stare at the ceiling
Aware of what they're feeling
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Mystic beneath the moonlight beckons
Forever humbled at my feet
The shooting star that rises in the heavens
To only fall upon the light of flint and bone
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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These cobblestones that line the shore
Overlapped by water, they glisten
Beneath the early morning light
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Long have I waited within the depths of my own despair
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Early morning sunrise cascades cross the meadow
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Squalling winds that tap upon your window tight
Beneath the seed of flashing light
As thunder roared and lightening flashed
The mighty crack and then a crash
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 6/6/2007
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As daylight fades beneath the grey
Ode to thee o summers day
Besieged by darkness the day surrenders
To the land of gentle slummer
Where I now wait and wonder
Beside the sounds of distant thunder
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 6/6/2007
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Oh twa la di beside the sea she sang
The words just seem to hang
Sounds seem to carry without a single care
As it passed across the air
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 6/6/2007
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Vanishing from all hope or so it seems
Living here upon this
Boulevard of broken dreams
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 6/5/2007
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Enjoy
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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To sit there in the faded hours
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Calmly beneath the stars I sit and wonder
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Teardrops fall from the heavens above
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Like kindred spirits
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Beyond the sounds of thunder the ancient ways
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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Fly away into the stratosphere
By Darryn John Murphy | Published 7/28/2007
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