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
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
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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
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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I Had A Dream Of Molten Steel (Villanelle)

I had a dream of molten steel
weapons to liquid by the fire of humanity
and all the people awoke to what is real

the air was charged with an electric feel
as the dancing masses cast off their misery
I had a dream of molten steel

the night aglow—the scene surreal
together they poured from the foundry
and all the people awoke to what is real

a fevered wind blew as metals congeal
new hope forged by the fire of humanity
I had a dream of molten steel

the hands of the many toiled with euphoric zeal
no more rich, no more poor, no bourgeoisie
and all the people awoke to what is real

on that day the pact was sealed
that violence would no longer be their reality
I had a dream of molten steal
and all the people awoke to what is real

Villanelle Form

“…and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.” Isaiah 2:4

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
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Nothingness

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is there more or has the best gone by
fifteen thousand suns and moons passed
like beating wings on dragon flies
all while love grows and fades
innumerable fleeting emotions
swirl—coalesce—cascade

my dreams have all died
as warring celestials collide
my soul lanced and drained
yet this living husk remains
what was belief but illusion
what is faith but self delusion

this overinflated sense of being
little more than wisped breath on a breeze
this search for the ever hiding meaning
is there more or is this life’s decree
counting the days until nothingness
never rising from swollen knees

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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