I wish my arms could erase the pain that you feel
Or all the things in life which you wished you didn't have to deal
The many times that you just wanted it all to stop
That it was into my chest you fell the many times you dropped
But I don’t want to unearth the pain or the shame
Cause when you died inside, love i did the same
Sleeves of your shirts hold a thousand fold tears
A heart that has left a body dormant over the years
All i have to offer to you are grass blades and autumn leaves
And the thought of knowing that I’ll never leave
My presence is not negative and I do intend to hurt
You are my little song bird and I’ll protect as you remain perched
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
Quote from "Kahlil Gibran"
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Rabbit's Hole
I reach
Tears Fall
I reach
I fall
No support
I fall
Abysmally
I fall
Catch my tears
Surpass them
I fall
Lasting pain
Wrap myself
Right then left
Cover my chest
I fall
Free
I reach
You let me
Fall
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
Tears Fall
I reach
I fall
No support
I fall
Abysmally
I fall
Catch my tears
Surpass them
I fall
Lasting pain
Wrap myself
Right then left
Cover my chest
I fall
Free
I reach
You let me
Fall
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Awakening 2

I regain consciousness as the roof drips a thick sweet liquid onto my face
I take time in gaining composure, I think I know this place
Slowly I wipe this substance form my forehead and into the vortex behind my lips
Remnants of Paris, Mallon, no I think...I think it was my African trip
I casually rise to a sitting position
In submission
A familiar sound approaches from behind
Roaring waters, so I close my eyes and open my mind
It hits
Quick
The same substance overwhelms me as I open my mouth and it rushes in
The submission is released as this tidal wave attaches to my skin
She releases her legs and I surface
She’s chagrined
She watches herself drip from my chin
I’m chagrined
I can’t resist deploying my tongue to pull it back in
We smile
She knows my style
Pearl, clit, lips, in succession
Devour the clit and I gain more possessions
She smiles
I smile
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
I take time in gaining composure, I think I know this place
Slowly I wipe this substance form my forehead and into the vortex behind my lips
Remnants of Paris, Mallon, no I think...I think it was my African trip
I casually rise to a sitting position
In submission
A familiar sound approaches from behind
Roaring waters, so I close my eyes and open my mind
It hits
Quick
The same substance overwhelms me as I open my mouth and it rushes in
The submission is released as this tidal wave attaches to my skin
She releases her legs and I surface
She’s chagrined
She watches herself drip from my chin
I’m chagrined
I can’t resist deploying my tongue to pull it back in
We smile
She knows my style
Pearl, clit, lips, in succession
Devour the clit and I gain more possessions
She smiles
I smile
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Reflections For My Day
Real heroes are men who fall and fail and are flawed, but win out in the end because they’ve stayed true to their ideals and beliefs and commitments.
- Kevin Costner
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. . . It doesn’t happen all at once . . . It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
- “The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real” by Margery Williams
(Hey!, I remember this movie)
Right actions for the future are the best apologies for wrong ones in the past. Tyron Edwards
He who is drowned is not troubled by the rain.
Chinese Proverb
Do not fear going forward slowly; fear only to stand still.
Chinese Proverb
- Kevin Costner
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. . . It doesn’t happen all at once . . . It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
- “The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real” by Margery Williams
(Hey!, I remember this movie)
Right actions for the future are the best apologies for wrong ones in the past. Tyron Edwards
He who is drowned is not troubled by the rain.
Chinese Proverb
Do not fear going forward slowly; fear only to stand still.
Chinese Proverb
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Exhale

Departure
Long awaited, I release what I hold within
Escape through my lungs into the breeze
Whirl and swirl in the wind, escape with the season
Escape me and this
Live a long fruitful life apart from your parasitic bind to me
I free you to a world that can accommodate better than I
Escape
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
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