Eyes

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no more time for old wives tales
where the devil is in the details
coffin full of words used and dried
a box for manicured finger nails

just you look me in the eyes
can I see what is inside?
thoughts peering back at me
reflections of my own mind

meet my eyes to spell need
soak my gaze and take heed
to flash feeling with a look
with my eyes I decree

for the gaze of women there is no book
no trusty manual that I may read
forty years still none the wise
of what lies beyond a women’s eyes

Written by Matthew – 2017

My daughter and I are doing a writing prompt challenge (she’s 11), so this is what I came up with for “Do you think the eyes are a window to a person’s soul? What does eye contact mean to you?”

 

© 2017 This Mortal Flesh

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Feel like feeling…

fine inside yet never close to fine
don’t feel like feeling
walk the line to find a new set of lines

don’t feel like feeling
pushing always ahead getting further behind

don’t feel like feeling
sweet perfume on shit is all you will find

don’t feel like feeling…

time to move on
time to displace
spit on my pride
spit in my face

nothing but air
ever was there
void in denial
never a care

and I just don’t feel like feeling anymore…

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh

Reverse Con

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so deluded and self-deceived
you think I cannot see
the tired con you think you paint
so posh and masterfully

you marvel at your every stroke
da Vinci would be proud
you think yourself a god of men
gazing haute upon the crowd

to me it’s laughable you see
your old and cheap design
the joy you feel with every lie
as you think you undermine

I’ll let you play your idle games
let you bask in your naivety
to con a con is greater pleasure
than a thousand loads blown simultaneously

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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Did…

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Did…
what I could to love you
in a world that divides
with cruel false designs
facing forbidden desires
I stood fast
I turned away

Did…
my best to stay sane
diversion from the pain
anesthetic for the brain
because idle fingers
thirst for reason
harsh games to play

Did…
nothing right
learned too slow
that ambience blinds
with dancing neon lies
as maturity unbinds
another naïve mind

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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Excrement

no longer afraid
to live without you
you think I’d fade
but what would you do
such convenient sight
you are always right
pick another fight

knives cut both ways
I’m not the only one
cutting flesh these days
cut me then you run
bleed it out this time
wounds I will not bind
keep them to remind

was there a time
when I was anything
may be that time
is the killing thing
once held out of fear
bought it back with tears
he’s no longer here

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh

Imprint (Tanka-Haiku Hybrid)

Oft times I ponder
on lives my cold mind has touched
my darkness, my light
my struggle as wind through stone
did I make my troubles theirs?

feeding minds as crumbs
to angels and demons same
while my eyes turned blind

Oft I’m reminded
of that coin’s two-sided grin
those smiles and the tears
the darkness of long gone years
and the flip that favored me

I can only pray
to impart more light than dark
as my imprint brands…

Written by Matthew – 2016
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Dragonfly

diaphanous spectrum—
shifting rainbows
on fluttering wings
in dawn’s first light
peace and beauty
hovers on the thin air

does creation
not echo its magnificence
upon capillary waves
all life reverberates
in harmonious tones
back to its creator

Written by Matthew – 2015
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