Revival

It was said that the single flutter of a butterfly's wings can alter the course of time
If this is so then I would like to think that a single man giving his heart to the world can have a far more devastating effect on the universe
I don't know which is greater the former or the latter
I do know that the significance of the first has triggered the next link in a chain of events
What was passed on to me is that our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate but that we are powerful beyond all means
And the reason I cant see the next link in the chain is that I haven't adopted the courage to grow into who I really am
Before I start this journey, butterfly I ask that you continue to flutter your wings
As each resonance of beauty resonates it will touch some one like it has touched me

The world grows from your beauty

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

Withering

My voice is cracking
slowly i close my eyes
I move in quivering motions
its time that i die
I'll flake away in the wind
So let me die in your arms
I remember the day i met you
Was this to become my fate
My heart is burning slowly
This unbearable pain opens the eighth and finale gate
I am going into shock and i still smile at the crevasse of your chest
The times have come and gone but i will do this for you
Sacrifice my life to allow you a greater beauty
Just hold me as i succumb
There is no greater sorrow words it best
There is no greater gain
I give the mass of beauty i behold
Withering
This is my equivalent exchange

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

Come into my darkness
And let me conquer your flesh
Sink into my fortress
And experience ultimate sex
Let me sink into your thighs
Wrap yourself around me and rely
Upon my darkness to disappear into your clit
But love you must know that this isn't just it
Its not just physical pleasure
I love in you ways you can not measure
Remember when i said you are wholly my strength
So measure this act by my love and not my tongue's length
You inspire tears to crawl down my face to hug my fragile little smile
Life left me lonely and it was that way for awhile
Then you came into my darkness
Walked through the walls of my fortress
To the place where thoughtful depression grows
And peeked into my cocoon with a smile to say hello
Hello there lover spoke a soft low voice
You know that me coming out is souley my choice
I must admit that i was waiting for you to come to get out
So take a step back, remember my wings need room to sprout
Do you like them, i was trying to get them just right
Spoke a little voice, its kinda hard in the darkness of night
I heard people say that we live for each other and live for the love
And when one is gone, then you may witness the tears of the dove
In my darkness i have retained alot intuitive wisdom
And of all of these things i fell need to give some
But i love my darkness
I love my fortress
They are my beginnings
They are my ending
No matter where life takes me
I will always return to this fruitful tree

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

I found the end of my world
At the end of a road
And the heat of your warmth
In the mist of the cold
I found a fragile little life
In a dark drop of blood
A quivering submerging hand
That i pulled from the flood
She tried to thank me
But I slightly smiled
And turned to walk away
You life is worth while
Auf Wiedersehen, au revoir, and good day
The end of my life
Is at the end of this road
And the end of my love
Is inebriated in your soul

Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock

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