Paul Murdoch Biography

Goodbye for now my trusted friend,
As you’ve moved on and I remain;
Alone, but still I have your likeness
Etched upon my soul.
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Yes, you’ll live forever;
Yes, you’ll turn to dust.
If only you would just accept
Your unrequited lust.
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Lie still, ye bracken-covered giants, that sleep below the soil,
You patient, silent warriors; lie still and wait a while.
Ignore the prickles on your hide and wait beneath the stars.
Till days grow long and man subsides, you’ll never journey far.
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How can you be so selfish?
Would you ever fain to consider some other creature? Would you?
Is this art of altruism a passion or a curse?
I mean, do you like yourself?
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The murmur stops then finds its feet
The constant drone of bees;
A tiny angel’s song breaks through,
And puts the world at ease.
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