it’s all up to me…

the moves
the reaching
to give the love
that you’re seeking

to give you joy
to steal your pain
and god help me
if I should refrain

I must…

toil earnestly
to give without need
it’s your desire
that I must feed

with no expectation
fill you to satiation
even if it means
my own devastation

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh


Dissidence (Collaboration with The Crumbs of My Life with art by Tony Single)

why must it always
come down to me?
as if only I must try
as if you are a god
that I must satisfy

you led us here
don’t act like you’re lost
you wanted an untrodden path
not this tremulous foundation
crumbling under the aftermath

did my blood not satiate
did you not feel my strength
as I held you aloft from the pit
while biting demons tore my flesh
no—alas your eyes elsewhere sit

who said I needed satiation?
you were the one who planted the seed
the problem lies in your indignation
when all I needed was for your salvation
to be one where I didn’t lead

how could you truly know
how could you appreciate
what you view as normalcy
we all die for what we love
just the fate of humanity

you held me in too close
until we both were scorched
at what point will you see
this torrid, misshapen misery
any destiny of us is torched

Written by Matthew and Elizabeth (italics) – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh
Art by  Tony Single


A special thanks to my friend Elizabeth over at The Crumbs of My Life for working this piece out with me at a moments notice and to Tony Single for reading our minds with his brilliant art! Please do check out their pages by clicking their links.


how did love become
a ship embraced by dead air
decaying in a wasting sea

how could time betray
all I felt inside
what we used to be

now bound by convenient excuses
we’re given over to subtle abuses

but how could we let go
we were so quickened—reborn
with that well timed bolt of lightning

does a spark of that remain
or is all hope restrained
as a dead wind’s jaws biting

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh


Had My Fill (Tanka/Shadorma/Jorio Hybrid )

I have had my fill…
of lackadaisical mirth
of days spent unlived
while drunken by the veil of
inaction’s corrupted root

time no more
to sit idly by
sow no more
reap no more
the harvest has been consumed
let the worms now die

uproot the vile corruption
untangle briar and thorn
seek sky once more
for tomorrows too late

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh



I tire of the chains
the lowly as I
must endure

trapped by time
enslaved by need
day by day

others are free
floating along, as
we clear their way

is it them
is it me
do I just love misery

how do we rise
when saddled
by the rich

what can we do
except push forward
and bitch…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh