Calm in collecting my thoughts, There is no quiet matching that of a poet in the woods. Less his mind speak in arrangement. Here, each tree gives it's life to the land, leaves scatter the ground as a blanket would in colors of brown grey & olive. With feeling hardly stirred it is like a breaths subtle intake. I wonder, Is this seeking of reclusion just to find resonance? I look down & see old aims & goals tatter a mind. Life has shown me many things, may it never show me to be dull. As I relax in the shade of the idea to be a cosmonaut sent to ease the world-weary. Truth be told I don't know. With half a tear I think that one could find a home here amongst the oak & ash trees. Although in these days it's my acceptance that you must keep a balance between either or, in & out of establishment and nature, and it is such how the spirit moves. Form to formless, Uniformed to untied.
It grows darker amongst these creatures of wooden stature. But I wanted to write. Blessed be the soul with endurance to brave itself out. I see a long pathway ahead that will pass in an eyes blink. May the moments produce wealth for myself, my friends, and all spheres of life.
Written in Service,
Matt Earley
The pelting drops hang upon torrents
While rooftops deflect the running waters
We keep our hands folded in prayer
Drifting through these layers of storms
Our focus has gifted us wings to ride the storm;
Ascend clouds to collide with the widening sky
Finally to merge, like a cloud letting down rain
For earth to soak and swim
Sun to scoop and precipitate
The puddles dry, evaporating towards the sky
So we find freedom
Being one with the cycles of change
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Deliverence
I look close, on the blended preordained
My seeing eyes do naught but receive
Like clockwork is the machine human
Whose second beauty is last found within
Deliverance, oh sons & daughters of Abel
A tourniquet solider has come upon you
It's lips curl stanzas, feet march forwards
Creeks of black velvet, surpassing sullen mistake
Sacral ember, deep voiced & meritorious
You calculate nothing, simply switched to working
Your hand strung synapses deny white noise
Music witnessing it's own composition, enlivened
Never have I stepped on ground so abundant
What do these two mirrors adjacent perceive?
Beauty of an alter element, finessing tables of periodic
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Spoils of Sprit
Spoils of the sprit ooze through toils of the lyrics
Broadcast to the masses but a funny few adhere it
Earlier thinking on lines of self improvement, utilizing fullness of my being
White moon
Now in basics, beauty.
A comprehension of which lets the cumb drop to the floor
The tip of my mouth has forsaken words
Works are made from the impeccable silence
Solitude, service, even slavery
It's odd how we prevaricate the unharnessed dark
Sex without a partner
These are the effects of meditation
Point a finger at the moon, an eye to the sun
By all intricacy of silk sound & air
What borders life I'll follow with a red laced bag
Picking up parchments and artifacts to show others
Already my pace is a thousand leeps ahead
Those turtles stuck in the sand resemble home
Constant, for them, the brisk lay nowhere
I'll find something forever in the ever shifting
This hill I climb that kicks up dirt and exhales slumber
Foreign, distant, but much closer to history
If my mind unlatch than I may see it for it's worth
What borders life i will follow
Never faltering to bridge it's center to loose endings
Delving & Diving, I won't forget this impulse
Bridges require effort, extraneous and even stupid
But when a machine is self automated
A floor requires supervision, instinction, instruction
& often times conjunction
Love is the awakener, it's force rifts & spits
Taking risks, most often get off, covet gain, forget loss
If I were to say abandon both for the bounty, each country
Relies on another for contrasting works of wonder
Some summation others plunder, each and all receive wet thunder
Tides relinquish there waves to each shore, don't you see a sort of unity
A piece of puzzled eulogy, this type text get's confusing
Cracks Burns & Bruise, worn down tennis shoes
Good to spin and more to use, infallible detail
Printed papers of the news worldly woes & self abuse
Were developing so don't designate the death lazers quite yet
We take leaps and bounds with the stages lost
So what if it's a game, I'm still playing catch
So you say it's a dream from a space that has slept
And to awaken with effort is to push forward reset
Remain & accept, enlighten forget
Forge the polished whims to whimsical things
I'm wasted tasting on the fragrance of a day wholly lived
Drop a borrowed W, leave an L to forget
Broadcast to the masses but a funny few adhere it
Earlier thinking on lines of self improvement, utilizing fullness of my being
White moon
Now in basics, beauty.
A comprehension of which lets the cumb drop to the floor
The tip of my mouth has forsaken words
Works are made from the impeccable silence
Solitude, service, even slavery
It's odd how we prevaricate the unharnessed dark
Sex without a partner
These are the effects of meditation
Point a finger at the moon, an eye to the sun
By all intricacy of silk sound & air
What borders life I'll follow with a red laced bag
Picking up parchments and artifacts to show others
Already my pace is a thousand leeps ahead
Those turtles stuck in the sand resemble home
Constant, for them, the brisk lay nowhere
I'll find something forever in the ever shifting
This hill I climb that kicks up dirt and exhales slumber
Foreign, distant, but much closer to history
If my mind unlatch than I may see it for it's worth
What borders life i will follow
Never faltering to bridge it's center to loose endings
Delving & Diving, I won't forget this impulse
Bridges require effort, extraneous and even stupid
But when a machine is self automated
A floor requires supervision, instinction, instruction
& often times conjunction
Love is the awakener, it's force rifts & spits
Taking risks, most often get off, covet gain, forget loss
If I were to say abandon both for the bounty, each country
Relies on another for contrasting works of wonder
Some summation others plunder, each and all receive wet thunder
Tides relinquish there waves to each shore, don't you see a sort of unity
A piece of puzzled eulogy, this type text get's confusing
Cracks Burns & Bruise, worn down tennis shoes
Good to spin and more to use, infallible detail
Printed papers of the news worldly woes & self abuse
Were developing so don't designate the death lazers quite yet
We take leaps and bounds with the stages lost
So what if it's a game, I'm still playing catch
So you say it's a dream from a space that has slept
And to awaken with effort is to push forward reset
Remain & accept, enlighten forget
Forge the polished whims to whimsical things
I'm wasted tasting on the fragrance of a day wholly lived
Drop a borrowed W, leave an L to forget
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Embracing Death's Grasp
A gentle corresponding touch
A wreathed hand, and coarse throat
A tender friend for guidance
Death knocks and perches to wait
He tells you, Fear not, fear not!
Black garments entice to scare
Buried beneath is a subtle hand
This is a passage to travel
Dismounting from one worn steed
Worry not, Come swift and calm!
This robed stranger requires you
Lace his hand and plot a new land
You will know it and again smile
You will know it and again be shy
In your rejoicing with this character
Again you will be made young!
A wreathed hand, and coarse throat
A tender friend for guidance
Death knocks and perches to wait
He tells you, Fear not, fear not!
Black garments entice to scare
Buried beneath is a subtle hand
This is a passage to travel
Dismounting from one worn steed
Worry not, Come swift and calm!
This robed stranger requires you
Lace his hand and plot a new land
You will know it and again smile
You will know it and again be shy
In your rejoicing with this character
Again you will be made young!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Just a Creative Spur, The heel swings left.
God... Removed.. From... Existance...
Not even. I walk and romp and flow. Seeing god in all living beings. We just need attention and friendship in order to grow in the flow. Believe in ourselves before the scores of heros that litter our thoughts. It's about us. It's about you. You are the most important player, if your scared you'll ease into it, slowly tap away at that solid fear, and find your own unique approach to the problem.
We are friends to existence. It needs us as we need it. Quite equally. Don't doubt in your potentials.
And... Fill the universal with your antiquity, you shy sun, you'll learn the steps I'm assured of it.
Not even. I walk and romp and flow. Seeing god in all living beings. We just need attention and friendship in order to grow in the flow. Believe in ourselves before the scores of heros that litter our thoughts. It's about us. It's about you. You are the most important player, if your scared you'll ease into it, slowly tap away at that solid fear, and find your own unique approach to the problem.
We are friends to existence. It needs us as we need it. Quite equally. Don't doubt in your potentials.
And... Fill the universal with your antiquity, you shy sun, you'll learn the steps I'm assured of it.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
07-07-2011 Notes
Like your anger is permanent your granting it the time to germinate straight worries me
So were playing with perceptions they've been composted
Set your mind free suddenly love unfolded
A mansion for players & ballers a syndicate
Bleed for resonance, strain of intelligence
Transparency tips us as to heavens directions
Opening the white noises to fortresses
Innumerable doors await, to venture or waste
The empty halls open in our woven perception
Who needs it the personality caged in desire
Enraged when on fire, behaved while inspired
To coordinate the truth takes time & experience
End times were nearing so it's work turned serious
I enjoy writing & hyping up the blasphemous beat
From the frontal rimmed cortex to the bunny ears
Multi-Dimensional Vortex to moistened fears
*it's sincere, it's sincere)
Inspired by the songs that don't seem confrontational
Bilingual language that is stretching alms to the globe beyond curious nations
Beauty in expansion fission of the lighter flame
"Wish I weaved a tighter wig when it comes to this writing game"
NO need we read intention in this little hollow
Lost along the edge we may swallow
We cry for the dreaded like sorrow wed with wax and grit
Blasphemous as it sounds I rebound both my candle sticks
Sick stench implement, Love life's acknowledgement
Beauty blend like polished wit, heightened highs as chronic hits
SWOOSH
Let them talk while I plot my chart mark my maps
I remember my mistake & document known mishaps
Lapping their tongue in a begging bowl remain malnourished
Step into spheres of suns, rely on regions of rains
Nothing remains the same, all falls to profane
Until my task is done, Until masks are removed
All be living this day as though theirs nothing to loose
And I wrote this to sooth me & you, bridge of true
Even the weight of words shifts in time and world
I may just let the wholly light take me
ZZZZZZ
So were playing with perceptions they've been composted
Set your mind free suddenly love unfolded
A mansion for players & ballers a syndicate
Bleed for resonance, strain of intelligence
Transparency tips us as to heavens directions
Opening the white noises to fortresses
Innumerable doors await, to venture or waste
The empty halls open in our woven perception
Who needs it the personality caged in desire
Enraged when on fire, behaved while inspired
To coordinate the truth takes time & experience
End times were nearing so it's work turned serious
I enjoy writing & hyping up the blasphemous beat
From the frontal rimmed cortex to the bunny ears
Multi-Dimensional Vortex to moistened fears
*it's sincere, it's sincere)
Inspired by the songs that don't seem confrontational
Bilingual language that is stretching alms to the globe beyond curious nations
Beauty in expansion fission of the lighter flame
"Wish I weaved a tighter wig when it comes to this writing game"
NO need we read intention in this little hollow
Lost along the edge we may swallow
We cry for the dreaded like sorrow wed with wax and grit
Blasphemous as it sounds I rebound both my candle sticks
Sick stench implement, Love life's acknowledgement
Beauty blend like polished wit, heightened highs as chronic hits
SWOOSH
Let them talk while I plot my chart mark my maps
I remember my mistake & document known mishaps
Lapping their tongue in a begging bowl remain malnourished
Step into spheres of suns, rely on regions of rains
Nothing remains the same, all falls to profane
Until my task is done, Until masks are removed
All be living this day as though theirs nothing to loose
And I wrote this to sooth me & you, bridge of true
Even the weight of words shifts in time and world
I may just let the wholly light take me
ZZZZZZ
Friday, June 10, 2011
House of Mystery
God clocks spun in the minds of men
Pierced Passion that designed the pen
Okay Go So the Eye Begins
Un-sewn Cloth, Design the Hems
Ahead of the curve
Silver Suit Steed Sat
All within this house of mystery
With a willful work & a sharpened lance
Unearthly universal energy
My being, the being
All things give rise and take
It's taste, silently blissful
Foolish and nondescript
To die for...
Pierced Passion that designed the pen
Okay Go So the Eye Begins
Un-sewn Cloth, Design the Hems
Ahead of the curve
Silver Suit Steed Sat
All within this house of mystery
With a willful work & a sharpened lance
Unearthly universal energy
My being, the being
All things give rise and take
It's taste, silently blissful
Foolish and nondescript
To die for...
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