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DARRYN JOHN MURPHY  

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
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.
Fallen from the grace of heaven upon the land of flint and bone, through driving rains
Many A foul bone I have mended in my time boy
What light beyond my window, shines For here I stand a muse Painted upon this faded canvas
The love that is built on tears
Delicate flower of exquisite beauty Hallowed be thy name before the rising dawn
Does the fabric that drives us Burden the very essence of our souls
People often stare at the ceiling Aware of what they're feeling
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
These cobblestones that line the shore Overlapped by water, they glisten Beneath the early morning light
Long have I waited within the depths of my own despair
Early morning sunrise cascades cross the meadow
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
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
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
Vanishing from all hope or so it seems Living here upon this Boulevard of broken dreams
Enjoy
To sit there in the faded hours
Calmly beneath the stars I sit and wonder
Teardrops fall from the heavens above
Like kindred spirits
Beyond the sounds of thunder the ancient ways
Fly away into the stratosphere