Poems by Lorenzo Murphy

SORRY

If you are the wrong color, sorry, that’s the way life has to be. If you are too young, sorry, that’s the way life has to be. If you are with the wrong person, sorry, that’s the way life has to be. If you have sex with the same sex, it’s OK— but, sorry that’s the way life has to be.

You know, life really doesn’t have to be that way.

If you’re happy inside and out, just be you and only you. Because at the end of it all, you have to answer to what you’ve done in your life, and your life alone.

Lorenzo Murphy

THESE STRANGE DAYS

These Strange Days— Is life really hard to deal with, or is it the person in you that can’t deal?

These Strange Days— Is the way of thinking of things so complex, Or is it the person in you who’s confused?

These Strange Days— Is a sinner really damned in life for the sins they commit, or is the mind continually playing tricks into thinking that way?

These Strange Days— Is it really harder to love Than not to have loved at all, Or is it the lack of affection one has towards another?

These Strange Days are not as different as we make them, but how we make them strange within us and live the best way we can, for we are living in these Strange Days.

Lorenzo Murphy

NO NAKED FEELINGS, PART II

Forgotten like an unused Newspaper that was never seen or touched by anyone— or like a sandwich that was made to order but never was bought…. To society there is no gain or pain, no naked feelings—it’s all the same. Can such a creature live amongst us? Breathing the same air or sharing the same train bus taxi, etc.? I say yes, society needs to lend a hand. Remember, an application always says, “Equal Opportunity Employer.” If it’s written on millions and millions of applications, then why in the name of God is it not written in us?

Lorenzo Murphy

SEEING OUTSIDE AWINDOW

Nature works everyday. So do birds. Seeing outside a window birds flying back and forth. Flying here and there, picking up branches to make a home without a care…. One by one, each bird takes its turn to put branches together to make one as they fly back and forth near the railroad tracks, coming and going while watching each other’s back. This is what I saw in a moment in time, seeing outside a window…

Lorenzo Murphy