Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all and to all a drunk night, I hope that all of my kindred souls are out there are safe on this day. I don't know whats been going on lately but a lot(well a couple) of new people have been stopping buy, lol, i am just used to posting for the sake of giving the world a chance to enjoy the beauty that i enjoy; usually i am the only one reading besides my equivocal love. To all those who seem to be stopping by lately i really recommend that you start with some of the older stuff, those are my personal favorites, but i do really appreciate that you guys like my poetry.

A Poem Entitled Knowlege

I have been trying to keep my poems to myself, for publishing reasons, but if you didn't know, i feel i experience my poetry just as you do. I write to capture the beauty of language that flows through my mind, although it is my poems, i don't claim concrete ownership, life's beauty is the owner, so here you go love(meaning everyone) this is for you.

A poem Entitled Knowledge

We misunderstand the gifts of life
And in the night
We are robbed by figures in masks
That destroy and trash
In search of cash
Or things of value
And we awake to find
That in our mind
Are a thousands thoughts
Of what weve lost
And we sit in bed and rub our heads
Hung in dismay
And the words we say
R
That it was bad
Or what I had
Wasn’t real at all
Because it’s easier to fall
Instead to stand in say I failed to protect
That I shared the neglect
Then move on to the next
We start this chain
Of he’s to blame
She’s to blame
And I won’t blame
You Cuz It eases your pain
But I take on the role
Of the bad guy
So you can be told
That the masked figure
Was you
You destroyed all had
To grab and bag
Something of value
And destroyed and trashed
Anything that cluttered the way
Of you finding a quick pay
A quick fix
Something to go trade in
Redemption from sin
But in the end
You destroyed
The things of real value
For the glittery and gilded
And quick fulfillment

Sorry that I couldn’t deal with you selling yourself short, and didn’t allow you to be less than I knew you should be, sorry that pressure to grow was to much but remember, pain is just the capsule that encloses your knowledge breaking

The love was real, everything we had was real, we just couldn’t maintain it, know that and accept that we failed, don’t say that it wasn’t real, don’t cop out.

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock