The Creek

There is a bridge crossing the creek
In which all my immortal souls comes to weep
A place dense with sorrow and grief
A place where there is always pseudo relief
Where the hollows come to feast
And there is a perishing of the weak
There is a bridge crossing the creek
Where all hope seems bleak
Where death is all you will meet
There is no uttering of sounds, because the sorrow in our eyes is the only way we speak
I pray that ought no man dare to seek
The bridge that crosses the creek



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

LIfe

Life told me a secret
There on the day I looked into your heart
That every thing that has a beginning has an end
And the only thing that matters happens between the end and where we start
So with ponderous expressions prominently upon my face I part
Neither from you, nor from the existence that’s utter quintessence
Only the from the strenuous burdens heavily weighing upon my art
Life told me a secret
And I cried until my soul hit drought
That every thing that enters into the realm of life will inevitably leave out
That the people that I hold in love will soon have to pass
Or I shall pass from them
That the chances that I can keep them for ever are really nothing to slim
Life told me a secret
That you don’t understand like I understand what it really means to care
That the pain that you cause me comes from a knowledge that is not there
That you take for granted the time we share because you don’t see how precious life is
Life also told me that purity succeeds purging, and filthy are those who blindly live in this
Life told me a secret
Then touched my shoulder to wither me away
He told me that I have illuminated the night to the recognition of the day
Life told me he loved me and that I and God have the same heart
And that God wanted to see me to talk about what happened between the end and the point were we start



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

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As soon as these gates are opened up for me
On my skin the water these great waters are falling
I gently kiss her as the water nibbles on the napes of our necks
From a union of mighty water to little droplets finally just specs
Under the water fall lays a man with a heart filled with what is to be
A yearning to be married into a heart as lovely as his own
Cognizant that his goals are deteriorated into mists as the very water he has committed to
He can’t help but be moved by the transformation of the mighty blue
There is nothing so strong as gentleness
And nothing so gentle as true strength
Yes, he knows this quote very well
And as the mist of the mighty water tickles his skin he knows that this is the perfect sell
That from what ever depths of what ever mind this quote had fermented
He knew that he to had to have been standing at the bottom of a mighty fall
Or maybe not even at all
It’s just the epiphany in his soul that created this link
And through it all he can only help but think
That my all love, all that I do is a product of this, your love
For in this union where I am the iron fist, you are my velvet glove



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock