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Little
© 2009 Skyler Wolf Jones

A little piece of dirt,
I see you, dried up in the scorching sun,
Waiting for a drop of rain,
To soak away the cracks and pain.

A little piece of land,
With dirt and bugs a little bland,
No vegetation growing in this earth,
I wonder what it’s worth.

A little piece of me,
Deserted from the life I know,
Is this the way I want to live,
No experiences to help me grow.

Moisture for the dirt,
Water for the land,
Emotion for my life,
And the will to take a stand.

All the little pieces,
Are essential for the whole,
All the little life experiences,
Are essential for your soul.

Give yourself a little dream,
Take a little glance,
At the life you’ve left out to dry,
Give it another chance.

Each
© 2009 Skyler Wolf Jones

Each night each moon,
Will come and close the afternoon,
And I will still be there in the shadows,
Awaiting my time to shine.

Each day, each sun,
Will close the night and darkness there is none,
Casting my shadow of the day,
What will I become.

I listen to my soul when all is still,
And it tells me I am real,
It tells me I am doing right,
Each sunny day, and moonlit night.

Wanting to Become Me
© 2008 Skyler Wolf Jones

Imagine my inner walls crumbling,
Dreaming the impossible,
Unrefined thinking like a child’s world,
I am already great,
And my greatest wish is to become me.

The walls are crumbling,
Dreaming is inevitable,
We are all children learning and growing,
We are all great,
It is my turn now to become me.

Kindergarten starts today.
I am ready.
New people and places.
Don’t need my teddy.
Enjoy learning new things.
Remember my lunch please.
Grab your backpack and supplies.
And some band aids for my skinned knees.
Reading and writing will be fun.
Then at recess, we can run and jump.
Earn good grades and stay out of trouble.
No worries, I’m growing up.

By: John E. Murray, III

Early Mornings Torment me so
Why my kids do this to me I do not know

Or maybe I’ll go back to bed…

By: Teri A. Murray

Up, up, and away from
The newly formed layers of concrete
Into the cushy pillows of little sleep.
Up, up, and away from
The familiar phases of dark and light
Into the soft glows of the pulsing spark.
Up, up, and away from
The toys of coming technology
Into the papers tending toward history.
Up, up, and away from
Work, friends, and family
Into the solitude of a speck others barely see.
Up, up, and away
Bring back the comfort of yesterday
And, stay lost for a future day.

By: John E. Murray, III

Small ripples
Tiny tingling
Growing joy
Increasing anticiption…
Holding, hoping, heading
Gaining momentum…
Ah,
To be home again…
To be home again…

By: John E. Murray, III

Reaching for rest,
Stretching for sanity,
Urging for utopia.
Where to go…
What to do…
How to Feel…
Time to think…
Space to settle…
Love to lead us
Home again.

By: John E. Murray, III

We don’t want to leave,
We just need to go home…
We hope you understand the brevity of our stay,
It is always too short…
We hope that you will visit us,
And, stay longer next time…
We don’t want to leave,
We just need to go home…
We hope you will visit us via voice or video
Over the next few months…
We hope that the distance parts only time zones,
But, moves us closer when next we stop by…
We don’t want to leave,
We just need to go home…
We hope together is greater as the arrows pass us by,
Leading us to a shorter distance…
We hope that dropping by is easier
Than engaging in a trek and expense…
We don’t want to leave,
We just need to go home…
Thank you,
See you soon.

By: John E. Murray, III

I woke up early…too early…
Did I sleep OK?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I wanted snacks and more cereal…more cereal…
Did we eat breakfast?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I didn’t eat my lunch…yucky lunch…
Did we have food?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I want to go swimming…too hot…
Do we have a pool?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I want ice cream for dinner…chocolate ice cream…
Did we buy cones?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
Chicken again…yucky chicken…
Do we have macaroni?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I want three books before bed…not two…
Have we read these?
Oh, I forgot…
We missed naptime.

By: John E. Murray, III

What are we talking about?
It is too early to rise…
What are we talking about?
I am tired, please call again later…
What are we talking about?
OK, I am up…
What are we talking about?
Breakfast, snacks, and television, too much all at once…
What are we talking about?
You need a snack…I need some sleep…
What are we talking about?
I need some caffeine and juice for you…
What are we talking about?
Nap time, just 10 more minutes, please…
What are we talking about?
This show, that show, some other show…
What are we talking about?
Oh, everyone’s up, yeah…I can sleep…
What are we talking about?
It’s bath time…yeah, you go first…
What are we talking about?
OK, gotta go to work…See you tomorrow…I mean later…
Is this a weekday?
Ah, man, back home…
Great…good night…I mean morning…

By: John E. Murray, III

What time does it have to be
For you to be too late?
What is late anywho?
I was late again for time
I didn’t even know I had…
I was late again for a time
I didn’t even know existed.
Is it too late to go back again?
How far back do you have to go?
Why do you have to go?
Besides, it is down the hall to the left…
What…yes…nevermind…
It’s Late…
I’m Late…
Oh, forget it…
Too late again…
Maybe tomorrow,
Will I be early at being late
Whatever that means…
Goodnight and good luck…
Afterall, it’s late.

By: John E. Murray, III

Where have you gone
My pleasant and pleasurable song?
Where have you moved during the afternoon of my youth,
When you settled in to calm and soothe?
Your anticipated days approached too slowly
As our bodies continued growing..
Now, your days are merely fewer for we who are older
But ,each remind us of imagination’s true holder…
The bright faces,
The bathroom races,
The small embraces,
Of little ones as they erupt and abound
Sharing excitement and new summer voices recently found.
Do you return soon?
Or, do we wait yet another new moon?
Hurry back, for we are willing to pay the cost
Of our wonders of youth-filled vacations most recently lost.

By: John E. Murray, III

Today…today, I say
Was, in fact, a long, long, long day…
The fact is there
And, everywhere…
As it the solstice is here.
When did this sneak up on us?
When did we get into this rush?
Enjoy the light…
Refuse the night…
Reach for the stars
If you can stay awake…
Leave the bugs in the jars
From yesterday
For they will be out too late.
Enjoy, rejoice, and celebrate
This summer solstice date.

By: John E. Murray, III

Cars, cars, cars…
Where has all the traffic scattered…

Will they return?
Yeah, probably…
When will they be in masses?
Soon, I think…
When is that again?
When young minds open…

By: John E. Murray, III