Author: Devlin Murphy

Time~

It slides

it glides

it hides

Time~

slips by

floats by

passes by

Time~

engage it

embrace it

enjoy it…

its Time~

The passion grows

sometimes it glows

the rash itches

sometimes it oozes

the desire peaks

time to grow

time to go

shamrocks and roses

calling my soul

it is time

to grow

to glow

to go

shamrocks and roses

line the path

light the way

for my soul

it’s time

to go…

Sometimes

I cry

sometimes

I sigh

sometimes

I hide

sometimes

I rant

sometimes

I rage

sometimes

I’m confused

sometimes

I question

why

Sometimes

I cry

don’t know

why…

Dreams the dreams

of make believe

follow the moonbeams

where they lead

trust your heart

trust your start

spirit knows the path

to take…

Doors close

windows open

the wind whisper’s

which way to go

listen with your

inner ear

to really hear

the place within

that sparks is

where to start

trust your heart

follow the moonbeams

find your dreams…

 

Power surges

power urges

it soars

it roars

it cries

it dies

Waves of

hope

waves of

despair

no one

cares

tears flow

emotions glow

another day

another way

power rides

like the

tides…

Waiting~

Waiting for

the change

Waiting on

the rain

Waiting for

a new

hope

to reign

tired of

walking

like a

masked

ghost

ready

to begin

again

for now,

Waiting…

 

 

Letting go

lighten up

retreating

regrouping

charging

forward

new ideas

new hopes

fighting

for a

new life

had enough

growing old

want what

I want

I won’t

be told

I won’t

fold…

today

democracy

died

I watched

rabid fools

destroy a

legacy of

hope

fueled by

a madman

they march

as hate filled

minions

and do

his bidding

democracy

died today

at the hands

of the orange

man

Republicans

one and ALL

OWN this

created this

by support

or silence

you let

democracy

die

now we

wonder

now we

cry

as the

worlds

greatest

democracy

dies…

Done~

done with

living small

so others

feel big

done with

lies from

friends and

flies

done with

asking

when no

one

listens

done with

turning

the cheek

done with

hiding my

heart

done with

dimming my

light

done with

useless

fights

done with

excuses

done with

the past

done with

pleasing

anyone but

myself

done with

the old

done with

the doubt

just

DONE…

Grandmother

winter

I welcome

your embrace

I’ve longed

to feel your

face

To dance

in the

dark~

fire bright

to rest

not to

fight~

the wisdom

in the dying

of the letting

go~

of the fork

in the road~

which way

to go…

Seasons changing

changing seasons

still the roses

grow

trust your wings

you will know

which way

your wind

blows~

Reflect

as our Mother

rests

there is beauty

in the dying~

letting go

room to grow…