Autum Leaves

When you look into my eyes

Do you look into my soul

Can you reflect what I reflect

Or capture what I behold

When you see my many treasures

You may just say they are fallen dead leaves

That I partake in foolish collection

And that they only cloud me

But I say to you even though they have fallen

Me catching them is not utterly absurd

I choose to softly care for them

And the serenity of my peace they do not disturb

I let them resonate through my being

So that they may have a peaceful resting place

They may throw away all their worries

As they float on all my grace

I am fine being this puddle

That catches those who fall

Since i know i cant restore them

Into my being they dissolve

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

The Wings

She flew her whole life on broken wings
Always thinking there was something that she lacked
So I grabbed her with a mighty grasp
Then tore them from her back
I told her unless she could appreciate them
They served no purpose to her
They had a specific meaning
That she desperately needed to discover
So she wandered the earth until she found this thing
Scouring the plains to find this one truth
That in what ever condition she was in
She epitomizes beauty and youth

So i gave them back and she loved them it seemed

She kissed and hugged them looked at me

Then turned around and i attached then at the seam

I love you Angel

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

My Broken Skye

My broken Skye is falling
I pick up the pieces
It rained down your love perfectly
But now all of what remains is beneath me
My broken Skye
I pick up the pieces
I am hurting from the absence
The comfort of your squeezes
The Skye is falling I once cried
Soon I tucked into my knees because I thought I would die
But the shards went through me and I arose to find what was left
Was me standing there with a void seeking death
My broken Skye
My broken dreams
My broken Skye
My absent queen



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

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

Untitled..

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

"It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and perservering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years, even generatioms"

Kahlil Gibran

-Poem will follow

Admiration for days
Of ways
She played with facets of my mind
Then left behind a trail of photos that said
Forget me not
Or my spotted spots
Which inspire plots
Of ways to rock
While reaching deep
Gently putting here to sleep
And underneath her closed eyes
Was a smile full and content



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

Caged Bird

I sing my song
Of nights alone
And times being wronged
While all along
I sing my song
You listened close
With open ears
And sympathetic tears
But powerful fears
Keep you close but out of reach
So I sing my song
Of hearts being breached
While lynched I leaked
Into the leaches belly
Lifeless eyes
I sing my song
Over again
You know the tune
And from another room
You sing my song
I hear you dear
I raise the tune to drown you out
And vocals tear
My singing stops
I sit and watch
I sit and hear
You sing your fears
I think a song
You sing along
You amaze me so
By things you know
Things not said
And when my vocals bled
You held my head
And sung a song
That changed my life
You sung a song
That changed my life



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

Listen To the Lyrics Wednesday

Common I Have A Dream Lyrics
[Chorus - Will.i.am and Martin Luther King]
(I am happy...I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream
(That One Day) That one day
(That One Day) I'ma look deep within myself
(I Have a Dream) I gotta find a way...
My Dream Is To Be Free
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be
My Dream Is To Be Free

[Verse 1]
In search of brighter days, I ride through the maze of the madness,
Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives,
Gunshots comin' from sounds of Blackness,
Given this game with no time to practice,
Born on the Black list, told I'm below average,
A life with no cabbage,
That's no money if you from where I'm from,
Funny, I just want some of your sun,
Dark clouds seem to follow me,
Alcohol that my pops swallowed bottled me,
No apology, I walk with a boulder on my shoulder,
[ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ]

It's a Cold War - I'm a colder soldier,
Hold the same fight that made Martin Luther the King,
I ain't usin' it for the right thing,
In between Lean and the fiens, hustle and the schemes,
I put together pieces of a Dream
I still have one

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror,
Images of me, gettin' much clearer,
Dear Self, I wrote a letter just to better my soul,
If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside
I'm from a side where we out of control,
Rap music in the 'hood played a fatherly role,
My story's like yours, yo it gotta be told,
Tryna make it from a gangsta to a godlier role,
Read scrolls and stow slaves,
And Jewish people in cold cage,
Hate has no color or age, flip the page,
Now my rage became freedom,
Writin' dreams in the dark, they far but I can see 'em,
I believe in Heaven more than Hell,
Blessings more than jail,
In the ghetto let love prevail,
With a story to tell, my eyes see the glory and well,
The world waitin' for me to yell "I Have a Dream"

[Chorus]