Altered Senses…#86

 

thD2ZYKNCR

Altered Senses…

Existence, scene after scene, characteristic of life’s

environment, and promises that reveal nothing,

the past descends like rain from the sky, washing

away all dreams. Phantoms of youth chanting

within the soul, paths blocked; evil has spread

across the landscape of a lifetime. Loneliness

limits love and happiness; boundaries slow

down the process of moving into the future

shrouded with abundant solitude from where

there is no escape. Rethink the future!

 

©2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 
https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree

 

11th

Lost Little Girl…

I do not know if you are alive or dead.
I see your face your voice never
forgotten.

The sun does not rise in the morning, nor
fade into the west without a thought of you.
I mourn, nights are sleepless and morning
eyes fill with fire.

No one more cherished, more loved, my
heart bears scars of torture. Where are you
my lost little girl?

A collection of personal poetry. Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – Collections of Exposé Poetry are coffee table books 8X11 that will display well in any area. The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find soul poetry. A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem. These collections of poetry are filled with inspiring thoughts and reassuring words with a factual viewpoint on the many experiences in the life of the poet. Each collection serves as a prevailing reminder that life is complex. That happiness is in our hands alone; that the fear of unhappiness is deep-rooted in the spirit and soul. That depression and despair is real and each individual must find the freedom of mind, body and soul to move forward in their life. Each poem has been created from the fabric of a patchwork life, complex, stress-filled, finding enlightenment and cultivating wisdom. Anyone who will open their mind is free to pursue insight, to find their own nirvana. This collection of thoughts brings the reader along on the multifaceted journey of the poet’s experiences throughout life.

Advertisements

Aging…#85

 

thFX1I4FQB

Aging…

Splendor to the aging body has disappeared,

shaded looks from an old lover causes the

soul to cry. The enemy time is not kind, as both

beauty and strength begins to decay. Time

engulfs the aged, suddenly life changes in

every way.

Of youth we dream, while youth and old

age s begin to entwine. The past is gone

there is no future; the years have gone by

so quickly, we weep. The days are long, were

we ever young, this crumbling body we cannot

change. The prison we live in, the past, the

present brings weary pain.

Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden deep within

our minds. Emotions felt, we must live the hand we

are dealt, life has not been kind. Frozen in time, ghost

of ourselves, there is nothing left to tell. It is the last

stage of life, some wait for Heaven, while others

continue to live in hell!

 

©2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

51aCYsKcWCL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_

The book of poetry “A Passage into Madness” has been ten years of collections; my daughter passed suddenly 2010; my mourning has been hidden within the pages of my  poetry and my life, my pain constant.  most times I find myself in a place of inner darkness, the threat of madness crouched above me; and it does not go away. I was in a fervor to put the words down; what begin as writing, an accounting of me, turned quickly into “Poetry”. I felt like my spirit wanted the accounting, the apocalyptic writing begin; and it closed with shocking revelations into my personal life.

 

Additional books by Author:

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree

 

Poetry – Fiction – Non-Fiction…#84

thIOULEHQC

 

Flying with Broken Wings is about the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did, knew that there were many facets to her life. the book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby the doctors suggested she be placed in an institution. As a young girl she fought Cerebral Palsy, and she was made fun of by other schoolchildren and sometimes adults, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she lived with bipolar, depression and schizophrenia disorders. Charlotte lived not only with herself but she endured the “Voices”, a man, woman and child that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about her beginning, her middle and the end of her life.

41+X2DEZIpL._AC_US218_

 

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are You Afraid…#83

 

 

GatesOfHell

 

Are You Afraid…

 
Outside the red door is the gateway leading to the

city of doom, through the open door is another

sphere of everlasting pain, emotionally and bodily.

There is no one to push the gate open, those at the

entrance walks freely knowing there is tragedy

beyond the gate there is fear, secret things, distrust

and lies.

 
The darkness is the most evil, a blood red moon

framed by the many stars hanging in the blackness.

Cries claim the night, souls in the depths of hell

are lost forever in the darkness beyond the tomb.

Is there hope in death, will memories go beyond

the stars, will those souls left behind be remembered.

Souls shedding their tears of blood; give credibility to

the wailing of fate.

 
Time is lost on those who use  the love of God in hypocrisy,

the ground will  sink  and the false prophets will ride on a wave of

evil  toward that dreadful shore. Are you afraid?

 
©2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

 

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree

 

 

My Place of Reality…#82


thUGC20PY6

My Place of Reality…

 

I have spoke of horrifying things, are these

words built from understanding? I am neither

a coward nor a saint, my thoughts are clear,

my plan open to change. There are times when

I live in that “Outer Place”, where no one can

get to me, where no one knows me, where I will

not be bothered by human drama.
There is no place that I can flee; I fear I was born

too early or maybe too late. At night I dream of

Heaven, traveling from star to star. Do I have a

wish in that dark realm… yes, there looking toward

Earth I see the creation. Heaven was not open to me,

nor was Hell; the dream, the darkness of night, mine

was a strange descent into my place of reality.
Within the dream of reality I search for truth,

following a dark stream to the bottom of the

sea, and it is there that I find a blessed place to

dwell. The place that I dwell is not for the faint

hearted, it is on this path that I find true worth,

and within time I may find the creative divine

entity that I may follow. There are no more

delays to this life. I must travel forward on this

hard and dreadful way of learning life’s lessons,

before I return home.

 

©2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree

 

 

 

A Path into Tomorrow…#80

7a5f09e28a1bc29a2dc8c7919b2267fd

 

A Path into Tomorrow…#80

Reflection upon conception, an unwanted

Soul cast away because of greed. An image

of the future lost in time, starvation did not

kill the seed.  It lived, it did not go away,

destiny or fate life without love surrounded

by hate. Yoke around the neck at birth

emotional Scars during its journey on earth.

Tomorrows’ path long and steep, search the

past, a need to prove why anger ran so

deep. Truth in abandonment can be found,

sanity and sorrow are closely bound.

 

©2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Books at Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree

 

A Liar’s Life…#79

 

liars life

 

A Liar’s Life…

Standing in a grave yard alone to mourn,

to stare at the mound of dirt; at the shell

of one who loved but a few, a seed of

kindness never sowed, love they did not

seek, now only silence lies beneath.

 

Entitlement is all that remains grief, no

greeting, unwanted presence, gestures,

and attitude in death there was only

greedy ploys. Gluttony bloomed before

the setting of the sun, looking for more

to take; their life took on a forged tongue.

 

Open jeers, false deeds, honor lost, the

price of greed can be at a great cost. Roars

the misty breath of strife destiny has finally

caught up with a Liar’s life.

~

 

“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”

Elizabeth

 

©.2019.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

Authors Book at Amazon.com

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=elizabeth+ann+johnson-murphree&i=stripbooks&crid=2BGV3NKK8VSOQ&sprefix=elizabeht+ann+johnson%2Caps%2C213&ref=nb_sb_ss_sc_1_18

 

And…Barnes and Noble

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/elizabeth%20ann%20johnson%20murphree