Nicholas+Murray

1. "Poetry is the silence voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." -Unknown
2. Fuzzy Memories These fuzzy memories I was so young It was such a fun time Wish I could recall such incovinents I'm sure if it was a dream But I can remember the water pulling me in It was such a pleasant feeling Even though I knew the doom that awaited me After that I don't know what was dream Or what was real Reality slowly slipping a way like sand in my hand It made me think was it the end maybe I should have done more

Then With a sea of thoughts devouring me I woke up

3. Ode to Sound

these wonderful tools these pieces of art my personal Guards my Peace keepers part of my Me part of my Identity the things that block out all the bad sounds But also the good ones

Without them, I'm naked Without them, I'm lost Without them, Who am I? Who am I? You can not tell Me Not when I can't tell myself Not Without Them My identity

4. Found Love, Lost Love

I do and don't love you The guilted and invaded notion of someone I once knew Not a single lesson was leaned I've done the best I can Sometimes goodbye is a second chance Tell me it's over I'll still love you same can you hear me? I almost fell. Recovery

5. I Was Raised by Death

I was raised by death Such a cruel guardian Putting ends to the innocent Putting an end to those who dared to say "I have a dream"

Those brave enough to tell us we could fight back Who told us "Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights." Those who simply wanted freedom "Our objective is complete freedom, justice and equality by any means necessary." Is what they said

I was raised by those who had a voice Who could "talk the talk and walk the walk" Those who where strong enough to get beaten down to stand up again and say "I Took my bruises, took my lumps" Those not afraid to take a stand I was raised by death And I will choose wether I go with them peacefully or not

6. Uncertain Prayer

Pray that what we're running for Is what we really want Pray that what we are running to is not an illusion Pray that what you are running to Wants to be caught Pray that what you are running to was ever there to begin with

Pray that who we're running for is who we really want Pray that they are real from the beginning Pray that who you are running for Has no obstacles to stop you Pray that who toy are running for is not gone by the time you get there

7.

It was such a beautiful time Such a naive and misguided child I was I had the notion that the world made sense Little did I know Everything was already jumbled I could smell the waves of the ocean Taste roar of the winds Feel the the coldness of others Hear the winds changing of the winds As all my other senses faded I could see it The one Thought was most important to me

The Poet I am doing is Pablo Neruda.