A Special Love

Dark, as the charcoal night
Empty, like a pipes chamber
The splendor of the living one
Hovering above this earthly fog
Beauty unequivocal.

Here lies the bearing heart
The spring of the faithful
The secret well of my solitude
When I drink, I am quenched
When I drink, my soul is redeemed

Lord jesus thank you
For your rights of passage
In this young disciple
Who would bear hellfire
And damnnation
To elevate your kingdom

- Matthew

Ya ya, ya ya

I paint a picture with my wordplay You having the worst day Probably cause your grown up Yeah I know lifes rough Ridgid round the edges Maybe you should sew things You know.. stitch up old hems Fixing up the old things Paint a perfect portrait with the pendant and the pencil It's not a utencil it's the love I'm finna send you Reality will bend you, better flex and get in shape Right? Watch who you befriending became victim to the hate Might Just skip the ending bounce beginnings with the middle Meddle with the colors cause I'm bringing forth the volume Idk where yall are at I think I'm finna ball soon Bout to learn to crawl soon from my lifes trials And span the day upon the day within my sun dial I'm wound up like a doll.. I said I'm finna ball So why would I show up, just to shudder and to stall? You people put on image what should best be left to birth right So when I go to forage I be protecting insite

One thing to understand..

Hey its me.. I've been doing through some growing pains and poetry has been a big part.. one thing to understand is this. Some of it is gonna be poor, some rich. Some is gonna be sloppy and unethicsl, others pure as snow. Bear with me, and yourself as well. I pray you find enjoyment and happiness here. That you can relate to my writings.

We are indeed a human family down here, and some interwoven appreciation goes a long way. Keep gunning for what's right and scatter your insight like seeds throughout the areas of your life. For the love of God be yourself. May light lead your path and turn your sorrows to joy in an instant.

I'm back in action, so much to come!

Love you lots,
Matthew

Roll n' Rupture

Finding sudden stalls to relate with existence
It's the sultry misfit meeting with the mellow mistress
Talking but I'm listening, bruised through the condition.. I've been marked for hit list
Post it up on pinterest
Tear down the connection
Reform the complexion
Wait but did I mention
Dont await the ending
Pleased for an instant
Leave while your livid
Photograph of polygraph
POETIC 4 EXISTENCE

How does one overcome such sadness?

Such grief is nothing new to me
Immersed in all my ponderings
I lay at home to rest my head
My weariness is second best

My color orange my victory blue
It's hard to know just what to do
I feel so manic and depressed
I feel I need to face the test

My written words, they even seek
For understanding and relief
The pen is strong (my medicine)
My perch is unintelligent

Good grief.. I feel like Charlie Brown
I want to go and paint the town
My love is so thick and wide
Its trapped in me so deep inside
I wish for vengeance! A heartless beast
But than I see what I mean..
I'm just a lonely man today
But soon the feeling fades away
Soon the waves will wash away
All the emptiness and grey
And than I'll meet my brazen love
Such beauty will become of us!!

She's such a dime, and polished too
She's probably hiding in Puru
Immersed in such a simple prayer
I want to comb her dreaded hair
I want to show her something new
Grow a garden lush with fruit
I want.to live.within a palace
And wear the threads of sultan's fabrics

Ah but this will be the day
That all my sadness pass away
I'll transfer from a cloud or kiss
And ring out past the sunken ship
....

Lover of the Light

Like a moth I am
A lover of the nocturnal night
A voyager to valleys bright
A ravishing beauty is my delight

I journey through-out the elements
The thick and beneficial
With carefully selected colors
I paint using my easel

Sometimes I trust the weasel
Sometimes I search in people
During the Hard times
Poke and prod perchance
For pins and needles

Yes it is so intimate
So wondrous to see
A lover of the light
That delights in light like me

Dad

Lots on my mind, so can I recline?

I don't mean to whine or to spoil the time

I'm just a bit bruised by the things that you prove

Walking around as though nothing is true

Wearing a crown as if nothing is loose

When I enter the field I'll be lacing my boots

Can I rest my eyes? for the way is long

And the ground is firm, which I walk upon

Theres a sudden song, and a patient poem

It's alright with me, surely I'll be going

Surely I'll move on, surely you will too

Sorry it took so long, lord will see me through

It's a common tale, told again again

Brought into awareness by the passing wind