the bleakness in your crystal clear blue sky
the hot tears falling from those tired green eyes
if your grief had name—you could give it form…
is it me you’d see?
you fool yourself but can’t fool me
the fault, the blame, your misery
I know you think it
you know you think that
it’s probably me


“If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
and you hug yourself on the cold cold ground
you wake the morning in a stranger’s coat
no one would you see
you ask yourself, who’d watch for me
my only friend, who could it be
it’s hard to say it
I hate to say it, but it’s probably me”

Written by Matthew – 2016
Excerpt from It’s Probably Me ~ Sting
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh



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Set aside time
to commune
give thanks


walk alone
turn off
the human voice
free your spirit


hear the wind
watch in awe
its dance with the leaves
an erotic natural ballet


commune in oneness
with all creation
let the crispness
of autumn cleanse you


bathe in color
purge the negativity
this is your life
this is your world


leave this place


Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

Oh Sickle Oh Scythe…

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not even the hem of my cloth can reach you
as anguish drags you darkly into the pit
I can only watch you planted as human seed
whilst thoughts burst as sprouts from your head
rooting you ever tighter in the soil of indignity

how I wish to make you see
how I wish you could know

oh sickle oh scythe—harvest his remains
oh thorn oh bramble—loose his heart

before darkness washes black his days
before the last grains of dirt befall his eyes

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh