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Darryn John Murphy

Darryn John Murphy

living in Christchurch
   
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TOTAL VIEWS: 270|PUBLISHED CONTENT: 41|FAVORITED BY: 1|CONTENT PRODUCER SINCE: 06/05/2007

Reflections Of The Heart - Written By Darryn John Murphy In Reflections Of The Heart, Darryn shares a personal collection of candid and open hearted poems. His honest and sincere approach is a celebration of the most important thing in life - Love

Education/Experience: high school

Interests: Poetry, yoga, meditation, music, and working out, plus spending time with my family

Motto: The heart is like an open book with pages still unwritten

Affiliations: Inspirational Writings, Reflections Of The Heart - Written By Darryn John Murphy , Reflections Of The Heart - Written By Darryn John Murphy

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With a thought of inspiration I hope that I might inspire you to greatness With the message of my words
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
When it comes to the Etheric body, We first think of the meta physical layer of energy around our body but this energy field is present around all physical objects and is the closest substance to phys...
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
Delicate flower of exquisite beauty Hallowed be thy name before the rising dawn
What light beyond my window, shines For here I stand a muse Painted upon this faded canvas
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 ...
Fallen from the grace of heaven upon the land of flint and bone, through driving rains
The love that is built on tears
Many A foul bone I have mended in my time boy
Long have I waited within the depths of my own despair
Early morning sunrise cascades cross the meadow
Fly away into the stratosphere
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
To sit there in the faded hours
I breathe the breath of life And feel the fire of my soul Am I lost within illusion As I watch the fires burn
Sway gently in the morning light Glisten upon the ocean blue The clouds drift slowly by Surrender to the sounds of waves crashing
Exquisite beauty before me now, Hallowed be thy name before the rising dawn
Simplicity of natures rose, Swaying in the gentle breeze
Precious angel who walks with earthly feet, Be unto all my Love be safe, be free
Equisite beauty before me now, ravishing Behold my breath for in your presence I am breathless and you are life
Four winds blow from distant shores Echoes of the land before
I am the motion of the wind, As it rustles through the trees
The look in a fathers eyes
I am the motion of the wind, As it rustles through the trees
If we strip away the layers of illusion what is left behind?
If we strip away the layers of illusion What is left behind?
I have loved and been hurt by love I have seen joy and yet there is pain
The pleasant scent of the salty air The warm caress of the ocean breeze Beneath the sound of the crashing waves
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
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
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
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
Vanishing from all hope or so it seems Living here upon this Boulevard of broken dreams
There is no sleeping beneath the stars tonight There is no hope in their sight Someone forgot who they really are For if we wished upon the falling stars