Beware…#440

Beware …

The mind is in a caged sleep, tears shed, and the thoughts of false caring that others portray as a lie.  Their spitefulness in thought held captive the sleeping mind, not allowing it to wake.  There are those who cannot be trusted; they show concern for themselves and their greed.  They are always on the prowl to take, take, and take.  They cause pain to the minds of the blameless and find in it joy; their tongue of fire knows not the truth.  Yet, they will ask you for your prayers to engorge their needs.  If they touch your life, it will never be the same.

Run, Run, Run…

©2022.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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Author Bio

Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since birth, raised by a father, a Native American great-grandmother, and an African American woman who were all grand storytellers.

Summers she lived with her fathers’ sister in Birmingham, Alabama; her aunt Vina would help her discover a library and mingle with a circle of friends that included local writers, artists, and politicians. As early as four years old, she was roaming the countryside alone or with her father; in the evenings, she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Her aunt encouraged my imagination by introducing me to journaling, which I filled Big Chief Tablets with reports over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was on weekends was also my playground. Summer was also spent going on vacations to Florida, where they had a small cabin on the Gulf Coast.

Nonetheless, the desire to write buried itself deep within; the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences. These experiences became short stories and poetry, began painting as a child and later as an adult, and then lay dormant for years. She writes of life experiences in her poetry, questioning everything from Mother Nature to God…the poetry is raw, sometimes dark, and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within her soul. The harshness that shrouded her life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world accept immediate family; it fills the pages with heartache, abuse, and the denial of a mother, all frankly portrayed.

Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great-grandchildren, four-legged companion Dixie, lives in Southern Wisconsin, far from her southern roots, and continues to write and paint.

Below are the books that have been published in paperbacks at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com, under the name of Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree:

Echoing Images from the Soul

Beyond the Voices

Reflections of Poetry

Honeysuckle Memories

Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums, and Aspirations

My Journey into Art

Fragments of Time

Rutted Roads

Asterial Thoughts

Flying with Broken Wings

Cherished Memories

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts

Cherished Memories

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