The River

Change cries out in urgency
resolve now weakened
from years of failure
time now working against me

consequences of inaction
inflame not the adiabatic mind
swimming against the current
tires quickly this mortal flesh

so is it easier to be swept away
to let the raging river consume
facets of victorious changes understood
so why can I not cross this river?

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Nevermind

was there some higher road I was supposed to take
was there some opaque emotion I needed to fake
some darker means to demonstrate my dismay
I clearly do not have the wherewithal to convey

I lack the intensity for what I need to say
my words grow weaker day by day
“I found it hard–its hard to find”
“oh well whatever nevermind”

Even if you don’t like Nirvana this cover is well worth checking out.

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Words (50 word poem)

small drops
are words
just dribbles
trickling into
a lost, and
illimitably
clamoring
wasteland

words like
seeds
cast among
thorns and
soil alike
tossed to chance
but too few
to find fertility?

yet fate favors
a stubbornly
persistent gardener
and one tree
is born—matures…
fruit ripens—
new seeds
spread

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
Photo: http://ianluntecology.com/2014/03/23/plant_remove_city_trees/

Tempest of Passion – A Duet

The axe that cleaved our Souls apart
was it dipped in Angel’s tears?
did Fortune smile down upon us
before the hellhounds were loosed?

But for that burst of light
in the hurricane’s heart, when
we were drenched in the radiance of love
would this tempest dare consume us

We knew the futility in trying to hide
from exposed, familiar fears inside
wounds gaping open, festered
over your mouth, that couldn’t be shut

my sharpened tongue, licked at
your heart like poisoned barbs
your reticence, fueling the ferocity
of words I can never have back

Your spears wound me to no repair
though my insides still bleed true
you are the only deceiver
abandoning the purity of my adoration

though when the cataclysm abates—
when dark clouds succumb to an indigo sky,
and a resolute sun shines forth—your eyes
may chance upon, the truth of my passion

Written by Matthew and Elizabeth (italics) – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
Photo at http://www.goodfon.su/download/smerch-uragan-tornado-veter/1280×1024

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It was my great pleasure to team up with the lovely Elizabeth over at The Crumbs of My Life for this piece on a once beautiful relationship that was torn asunder. Elizabeth is a fabulous and imaginative author and I’m privileged she allowed a humble poet such as myself to work with her. Please check out her work by clicking her link.

Undone

slowly adding
pound to pound
layer to layer
sickness to flesh

no restraint
this heeder of whispers
victim of queues
defiler of self

awake and conscious
knowing the way
the routes the roads
yet resolve flees pursuit

nets and pits slow
to a staggering pace
progress hindered
inspiration undone

Written by Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Loss

all he has had
all he ever will
surrounds him
in that final moment

the wrenching pallor
as a lance to my eyes
lifeless and still-breathing
is the shell of a man gone

I stare at loss
I grieve for life
which must bear witness
to the price we all pay

my heart breaks
for the weeping widow
for the masking child
who suppresses the pain

I call to mind joy
speak aloud the happy memories
though they lend aid
the remedy is short lived

this mortal coil—endless
for in resting death
pain abounds
as his shadow crosses our hearts

                                                                                               

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

R.I.P. Otis. You will never be forgotten by this generation.

Mortality

Death keeps its silent vigil
encamping all fronts
its taunting grin of fate saps me
fatigues my bones
stirs hopelessness in my heart

yet life strives to live
vying for existence
even on my knees
even on my knees
I am alive

sudden surge of determination
lifts me to my feet
fight or yield
live before I die
do or die—who am I?

love’s creation
forged with purpose
driven by need
sustained by mercy
to complete the circle

I wink at thee death
we shall embrace one day
but I’ll not grieve…
for each day you wait
I will make as boon for all life

Written by Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh