His sickly look
filled his own self image.

Thirsty eyes
searing from dark rings.

They had a look.
Of knowing.

Clenching his jaw,
from the cramping abdomen

and pushing back his eyes,
to hide them from the world.

This was not an accident.
He would not tell them that.

GRAHAM MURPHY

Walking down the broken path,
I could see the summer gardens blooming.

The gates were locked and I could not enter,
those bright and playful prairies.

My prayers are never answered.
I am left to bear this like Atlas.
A world on my shoulders.

The children of god have an arrogance.
They will lose their keys,
And join me

Where a thousand souls burn.
Beneath the skin.
Screaming.

A place ruled by Julius and Caesar.

GRAHAM MURPHY

Three peaks standing too close together.
Identically different.
Looking past me to a horizon more distant.
I lean against a grave and consider the challenge.

I would fire a warning shot,
but for fear of an avalanche.
Three giants crouching around my mortal.
In their shadow these legs won't carry me,
and these hands will not lead the way.

Star shine shall never find me.
I will live beneath the mountains in their cloak.
I am like a king.
My crown holds me back from true power.

GRAHAM MURPHY

I war
There's blood
There's sweat
There's tears.
Like love.
But only men
and gears.
But which more tragic
you dare not tell.
For both in men
and women
fell.

GRAHAM MURPHY

A blackened rose
sits by the window.
A symbol.

Their love did know
no bounds to laws,
or ethics meaning.

One time of love.
One epic screening.

GRAHAM MURPHY

Black as night.
The sky so blue.
Bright as day.
The stars are too.

In your eyes I see the world.
And in the world I see your life.

T'was him.
T'is them.
and maybe me...

In your eyes I see you whole.
Your hopes,
your dreams.
Don't let them hold.

Be free and wild
As you should be.
Even if.
Means leaving me.

Though break my heart
it would make.
Anything for you.
I take.

GRAHAM MURPHY

It was a summer day in Riverstead.
I was walking by the riverbed.
It was there I found my brother dead.

It was a mournful day for us all.
Especially for the waterfall,
Who's tears dried up that afternoon.

Then I asked how will I die?
Onto reflection of the sky,
and I replied in a way that reminded me of you.

Then my tears fell on the river
and waterfall began to glitter.
Just like a dance with the rain.

On that day the falls did flow,
Mourning on until I go.

It was that summer day.

GRAHAM MURPHY