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Michael Murphy Sep 2017
I was born with a mending thread. A gift.

I see sadness and stich smiles.  

I see a hole and stich a patch.

I see a broken heart and seek to mend it.

I  see loneliness and weave it into a magical tapestry.  

It is my nature.  

Yours is a different cloth. The strongest and most elusive I have seen.  

Try as I might to lay a stich, my thread dissolves, my needle misses.

I still always feel the need to try, though the fabric resists.
It is hard with some people to know if you are making a difference.
Michael Murphy Apr 2017
Take the slice when offered
It doesn't happen everyday

It's not that you don't want to
But life gets in the way
Married life
Michael Murphy Mar 2017
Look at me
What do you see

Happiness from
A loving heart

Kindness from
Putting others first

Intelligence from
A thirst for knowing

Strength from
Facing life's challenges

Humor from
Facing life's challenges

Humility from
Facing life's challenges

Look closer still
You will see

I am no more than
Your mirror
Sometimes it takes someone else to bring out our vest
Michael Murphy Mar 2017
Hidden poems
Kept out of sight

Secret pain
I cannot write

Broken dreams
Cut my feet

Distant goals
I'll never meet

Broken heart
That never mends

Bleeding out
I can't pretend

Smile dims
My laughter ceases

Shattered life
With missing pieces
Michael Murphy Mar 2017
Angel speaks...

Sleep to wake, wake to sleep,

day to night, night to day,

life to death, death to life,

Nothing ends, nothing begins,

only cycles through again and again,

love is the road on which all things travel
a lucid dream
Michael Murphy Jan 2017
Fleeting moments
Slipping through time

Moments spent
Looking back

Moments spent dreaming
Of future joy

Moments wasted
Looking nowhere

Only in these moments

Holding you

Kissing you

Loving you

Am I living

In the eternal
In the absence of time

My heaven
Is in the moments
Spent with you
Michael Murphy Jan 2017
I am a Carnivorous Zebra
I'm the only one of my kind

From the herd I've been cast
Because I just won't eat grass

So behind the strip mall I dine

Big blue boxes are a carnivores dream
As they fill them at the end of each day

With burgers and cheese
Eat as much as you please

Being a carnivore is really OK!
I know, I know, I'm strange.  We were talking about how much fast food is tossed at the end of the day, and how wasteful it is.  I got a picture of a carnivorous zebra in my head and it made me laugh.  I hope it makes you smile!
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