One day he vanished…
and the world missed not a beat

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh




I swear an oath
to fight

I swear that
come pain
I will not waiver

to turn my head
in the face of

no matter what
was before
this is now

step by step
mile by mile
layer by layer

no more time
stand and fight
me vs. me

one of us has to win…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh

The Pain ‘train

Art by DanteCyberMan

The very bed
in which I lay betrays,
the perfection
of balance not achieved

Painful disturbed slumber
wasting away,
this human frame
upon which meat is grieved

Despite night’s prayer
or intervening fae, comfort
in no measure
is cast my way

Gnawing of muscle
wrenched deep into bone
unrelenting torment
no mercy shown

The perfection
of balance unachieved
fated pain entombed
within fleshy case

This human frame
upon which meat is grieved,
counts umpteen days
until its coup de grace…


My take on a Quatrain…

Written by Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh


The wasteland I walk
Seeking self
To know
To feel in touch
With my innermost being

Freezing night
Yet the sky host to
Uncountable stars
Shooting over me
Shooting into me

The sense of self
Alone with my self
I become
I question all

I tempt myself
To bow and serve
The desire of my flesh
Or the earnestness
Of my heart

I destroy myself with thought
With words sparking
Memories of old
Wrong turns
Lives damaged

Why have you truly come here
I ask myself
To find peace, I reply
“Peace is a lie…
There is only passion”

Half truths bite in deep
If I stay here any longer
I may never find my way back
I may never be the same

Below a scorpion skitters
I ponder for a moment
Sweet release
End this—never worry again
I’m losing myself

The desert has taken me
The prince in this darkness is winning
But what good is it
If a man gain the whole world
Yet forfeit his soul…


Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh