Author: Devlin Murphy

Web of

life

web of

lies

connected

disconnected

weak or

strong~

webs of

deceit

webs

that

create

webs

that

destroy

weaver

of truth

weaver

of lies

where

does

reality

lie?

Within,

of course…

within

tangled

webs…

Days of old

unfold

memories

crowd the hill

reach for another

pill~

The wisdom

of the

Mother

ignored,

living life

engorged~

Misfits

that never

belonged

no longer

long…

Follow the

path

and sow

your seeds,

in time

you will

succeed~

Listen to

the wind

and your

Mother…

what is it,

can I hold

it in my hand

or only my

heart…

Does it trickle

down like a

gentle rain

or a beam

of sunlight…

does it change

anything

besides the

flutter of my

eyelids

as I dream…

Truth

is in the

doing,

letting go,

holding on…

Is it Venus

or Mercury

does it matter,

if I believe…

The alchemy

of life

always renewing,

transformations

of self

always occurring.

Bridging worlds

feet on the

ground.

Spirit soaring

through the

sky and sound…

floating downstream

following dreams…

Little soul

where do

you go?

How far

will you

grow…

No one

knows.

Primordial being

what message

do you bring,

what song

of change

will you

sing…

It burns

within

it burns

without…

The light

within

the light

without…

Unlimited

growth

unlimited

heat…

Storms

unfurled

stars

aligned,

gazing

into the

abyss

watching

time

slide by

as

Mother

Earth

shines,

cries,

and

dies…

Days passed

years rolled

by…

More then

twenty years

gone…

My heart

holds on…

sweet memories

some painful

ones too…

I see your

face

when I close

my eyes.

I hear your

laughter

in the quiet

moments

of joy.

I feel your

gentle touch

when I remember

your embrace…

Your granddaughters

know you,

I will not let

them forget…

I miss you,

I love you,

always~

sweet woman

of grace…

Waiting

on the

rain

Never

quite the

same

Dreams

change

direction

Hope

ebbs

and

flows

time

long

past

when

I once

believed~

Fairy tales

aren’t dreams

come true

they are

lessons

learned

as the

spirit

burns…

Measuring life

through the

wounds…

Counting coup

counting scars

like stars.

Tip toe

go low

going with

the flow.

Pain walks

in step

lest we

forget…

The road

less traveled

wearing honor

like armor,

battle ready

at all times.

You try to forget

but can’t.

You try to let go

but it lives

within.

Walking wounded

lets go…

Drifting in

floating out

the grey

and the

white

side by

side

they

ride.

Alive

on the

inside…

What is

your truth?

Where is

your

why…

Did it

die?

floating by

clouds

come

clouds

go,

drifting

by…