Struggle For Your Life – Lesson From The Mat – A Poem by Trey Murray

It starts with a bow
Or a bump of the fists
In the clinch now
A lock on the wrists

Swept off my feet
My breath taken away
No romance, we meet
Our minds on this fray

Feeling for flaw
We search for advantage
Adrenaline raw
For this match we’ll manage

Challenged physically
Muscles are strained
Exhausted mentally
My energy is drained

Desperately grasping
For any relief
Deeply gasping
Shaking like a leaf

The end is in sight
Of this we are sure
Too long this fight
Our struggle is pure

A light tap on the mat
Signals the finish
Then tired we sat
Our struggles diminish

This fight will supply
An answer for strife
Lessons we apply
In our daily life

Ripping Me Apart – A Poem by Trey Murray

As I sit and reflect
on the events of the day
looking from my aspect
secrets meant to betray

Keeping from another
your actions that upset
disturbing your brother
we will not soon forget

Sadness turns to animosity
and then flips to rage
as it gains velocity
its effect I begin to gauge

When you did depart
and we all felt the loss
ripping me apart
missed the message of the Cross

The Journey – A Poem by Trey Murray

It began with a step,
I committed to a goal.
With little to no prep,
I began my new role.

Carefully I did tread,
danger lurking all around.
Mind full of dread,
injury could abound.

The closer I did draw,
the more difficult it became.
It exposed my every flaw,
and called me out by name.

Now the end is near,
the goal is in my sight.
I have nothing left to fear,
vowed to finish this fight.


Keyboard Soldiers – A Poem by Trey Murray

Keyboard soldiers at the ready,
angrily typing against inequity.
Never calm, can’t keep steady,
spewing venom, feeding enmity.

On the watch for any offense,
storing up sources as ammunition.
Spotting an enemy to dispense,
attacks and waits for retaliation.

Enlisting more for active duty,
drafting friends to join the frey.
Never seeing opinion as beauty,
they give response without delay.

Once the solider sees reality,
sets aside agenda, begins to scroll.
They see that both sides agree,
a keyboard solder is only a troll.

Strangers – A Poem by Trey Murray

Strangers passing by the way,
neither have the time of day.
Faces glued to screens that glow,
little does the other know…

What comes to pass in either life,
husband is one, the other is wife.
If only they’d acknowledge each other,
he could be father, she would be mother.

Each denied this fateful meeting,
to busy sharing to offer greeting.
Both too eager to garner likes,
never seeking to raise up tykes.

So they pass without a glance,
never giving love a chance.
Replacing long lasting relationships,
with temporary acquaintanceship.