Mortal Query….

Can a heart still love

Does a heart still care

When it no longer beats

When it’s no longer there…?

Surrounded by pictures

Cold memories I hold

Too helpless to stop

Life as it unfolds..

Can a heart still love

Does a heart still care

When it no longer beats

When it’s no longer there…?

Is there someway you hear

When in silence I scream

Do you feel my warm touch

Through the mists of my dream..

Can a heart still love

Does a heart still care

When it no longer beats

When it’s no longer there….?

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Echoes In Print….

Alone with yellowed pages

Remnants left behind

I try to piece the story there

I try to read your mind..

Brittle now and time worn

Words blur in ancient ink

I puzzle through what made you tick

As back in time I sink..

Your voice so carefully written

Though meant for different ears

Has echoed through the ages

Well past your living years…

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Leave Me….

Do Please…

Leave me … Ignorant

Where only twisted minds aptly discern

Deranged thinking …

Do Please…

Leave me … Defiant

Choosing never to linger in tangled black

Making sense of senselessness …

Do Please…

Leave me … Free

From charred hearts beating

With an unconscionable pulse of cruelty …

Do Please…

Leave me … Hopeful

Holding fast in faith the truth

That Loves Light

Can and Will

Endure the Darkest Night …

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The other night someone trespassed onto our property and killed Two of our young animals.  I will never understand the working of such sick and vicious minds….I pray I never do..

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She Stays,,,

Holding fast to the narrow view

A sturdy cage of mind

Without a bar

Coloring carefully

Within well placed lines

She draws comfort

From the box of her making

Too timid

To stretch any thinking

Contentment is fed by her desires

 Not to go beyond the closet

Of her knowing

And all the while

Fear is growing…

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Hitting A Wall….

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The brick road wasn’t yellow

The tunnel had no light

Running through a meadow

Stringfree off flew the kite

The rule book had no paper

The map had not one line

The minute hand was missing

The clock ran out of time

Iridescent bubbles

Popped without a care

Fleeting possibilities

Like smoke…went up in air…

Cooyright © Murrsma 2015

Written in Stone…

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If I rest my cheek

On stones of olde

Might whispers dwell

Within your cold?

Do Spirits of

This Dead Domaine

Linger still

Round your remains?

What wisdoms wait

To yet be heard

From stones that stand

In place of words?

You left no key

To pry this lock

For secrets written

In Ancient Rock….

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