“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” W.B. Yeats

sudden revelations
ignite like match
to flash paper
sparking cerebral
which can seldom
be contained

synaptic lightning
flashing through
sensory corridors
unlocking doors
to new pathways
information downloaded
is never forgotten

“once your gone…
you can never come back…
when you’re out of the blue…
and into the black”
seek your wisdom discerningly
for the depths can
be filled with regret…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh



He almost had me
face first to the dirt
I had fallen
just like many times before
but this is the first time
I thought hard
about just staying down

the Sunseed inside me
took hold—and I stood
precisely at the tick of 9
this fight ain’t over yet…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Wide Roads & Narrow Paths

This calls for a mind with wisdom…

Well disguised destruction
lays thick in the air of everything
all we breathe—consume
all we perceive
lies laced in satin

spoon fed and begging for more
honey in our mouths
bitterness in our bellies
the illusion draws us in
time after time

our minds know
we are aware of the enshrouding calamity
but their shifting poisons
fill our thoughts with self-deflating words
of powerlessness

though their method of distribution changes
the poison remains the same
what we fail to realize
is that after numerous small doses
immunities are developed

we have so much power
but we deny our strength
we remain willfully blinded
and on the wide road
the highway of destruction

there are many exits to this road
many narrow paths veering away
but this poison has reshaped our thinking
we now convince ourselves
there is safety in numbers—on the wide road

but we are cattle being herded to the slaughterhouse
numb and woefully deceived
they seek to rob us of our meat
our hides are no more than garments
to clothe them richly—as they feast

up ahead there is an exit
I beseech you to take it
neither the road nor the path
will allow us to escape death
but it will defy the wolves…

on the narrow path—you will find truth
the veil will finally be lifted
you will be deceived no more
I will meet you there with a brotherly hand extended
together we will face the night with veracity!

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

The Dream is Over….

I’ve never felt this hopeless
this lost in familiar surroundings
everything is pointless
what’s the purpose
when one can never break the cycle

I cannot break the cycle
the systematic destruction
the routine failure
I cannot see a solution
all efforts are for naught

what I want means nothing
what I need is relative
I am what I am
I live how I live
and the cycle continues

I’ve fought and striven for 25 years
for spirituality, for love, for freedom
for betterment of self
for betterment of others
yet the turning of this wheel is too much

what it takes is consistency—resolve
I do not possess these traits
I am a born quitter—a whiner
when I tire I withdraw
and I’ve found no way to change this

I am 100% nothing
desperately trying to be something
knowing I’ll never be anything
I’m tired of lying to myself
tired of speaking things not as though they are

I can find no way back from this mindset
there is no return to innocence
the naïve mind is betrayed
here I acknowledge my fate
here I lay the dream to rest…

the dream is over…

Written by Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Chocolaty Life…

Life is like a box of chocolates,
but now I’ve eaten way too many boxes
way too fast…now I’ve grown fat…

there is no mystery—no savor
when you shove all the flavors
in your mouth all at once

I’ve now eaten so much
I just want to throw up
spew out the wretchedness…

Written by Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh


There is a bitterness
woven within every strand
of my aged soul…

childhood scars?
damaged faith?
an old man’s cynicism?

whatever this hatred is
I want it gone
run it to the horizon—let it go

do my faulty eyes
perceive incorrectly
this world in shambles?

did my broken heart
never heal
but instead decay?

I’m beyond tired
my mind has failed
to find reasons to believe

the cycles of life
have become cumbersome
too taxing to endure

I don’t believe…

in humanity
in love
in god

humanity and love
are too selfish
and a god wouldn’t suffer us

to this insanity…

Written by Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh