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 Mar 2016 Damian Murphy
Ja
The snow is gone
The sun’s come out
The grass is green
The flowers sprout

The birds all sing
The air turns fresh
The wraps come off
We show some flesh

So crack a smile
Or scream and shout
That’s what spring
Is all about
BOEMS BY JA 265
Guided by the hidden monsters
Blinded, my forbidden love taunts her

Eyes are widening in the daylight
Death-defying what they say's not right

I don't know what you have planned for the day
But give me just one more kiss, if I may

Few can move me through this huge crowd
Woo me to be loosely brooding doubt

Through me, you see what it's all about
Who's this new me making you so proud?

Hold on to all you can reach for today
Better to love than lose what we have worked for, I'd say

Who do you think I am talking about?
You behoove me just to sing out loud
Lyrics for guitar and voice.
For those who make us grow in life.
Two seedlings grow up on the same plot of land
Wonderful black soil, not loose sand
So their roots gripped deep, so tall they could stand
So face to face they grew, each one knowing the other
As they shot up, their love soon bloomed one for another
They so longed to touch and entangle
With their branches they wanted to hold and mingle
And all the way to their roots they wanted to feel the tingle
Their love grew strong, and so did their trunks
They were watered and cared for each day by the monks
And the years slipped by when one final hour
Their branches could touch with a little wind power
A few more years slipped by and they now could embrace
And they were happy they had been planted face to face
They stood for centuries happy and content in their place
Sadly they thought that this bliss would last forever
All life problems they swore to endeavor
They held each other through storms and sunny weather
Until one day his roots grew weaker
With every passing year their situation grew bleaker
One night a storm blew in and their situation was dire
The wind blew him over and lightning set him on fire
She lost some branches trying to hold on to him
She knew deep down to her sap that now her life would be grim
Without him by her side she started to cry
And with every eternal year that crept by
Her limbs no longer reached for the sky but drooped down to the ground
Cuz that is now where his charred remains could be found
She reached for him with every single limb
Her weeping went on each day of the sorrowful years she was filled to the brim
The monks took care of her but they could feel her great sorrow
They prayed everyday that she would stand strong till tomorrow
One day an old monk took a close look at the tree
And decided the pain had changed her so much that her name now is different by decree
So my child when you lay your tired head on your pillow
Remember her and all her seedlings are now the weeping willow
She's there to remind us of the loss of great love
That not even her seedlings could rise above
 Mar 2016 Damian Murphy
ElliJune
I know I don’t need you
But the desire is still there
I know we had to end
But it still doesn’t feel fair

All that I thought
Was that you were the one
You gave me some purpose
Even now that we’re done

You will always be
The thing I can’t reach for
The vision of who you might be
Is something I will always adore

I had to learn it the hard way
That soulmates aren’t yours forever
But I will always have a part of you
A part that I’ll never manage to sever

I’ll learn to live with the cancer
Because Love is not a gift
May you always suffer
And may we forever drift
 Mar 2016 Damian Murphy
Sean Hunt
There is no truth,
There is no lie
Just a mind making up
Everything that goes by

You can shimmer,
You can shine
You can climb high
On cloud number nine

Mirrors and smoke,
Horrors and hope
Mind making up
Everything that goes by

If you don’t like the movie
Have a glass of wine
It’s mind making up
Everything that goes by

Picasso’s paintings
May make you cry
Mind making up
Everything that goes by

When we look in a mirror
There’s nobody there
Still we stop
We stop and we stare
It’s mind making up
Everything that goes by

Sean Hunt   Windermere  March 2016
He talks like a fool
But oh when he sings
My knees done melted
At my hearts plucked strings
The wolf does howl
The wolf does cry
But when he sings
It brings a tear to my eye
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