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sickening sweet is the fruit propagated in poison
ripened with loving deceit and bursting with delight
a juice that slithers like tendrils down my throat
I cannot gag—I cannot swallow—I cannot heave

its vines claw at my innards, finding root
twisting in my gut as blooms begin to grow
a dark flower climbs inside my lattice—into my throat
and the sinister fruit is reborn from my mouth

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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The Cape

Just another bright eyed child,
soaked in immortality
enthralled by flickering lights of gold
dancing on a silver screen

he wanted to be that hero so
someone noble, pure, strong and true
vanquisher of evil deeds, but his dreams
died with passing time as ambitions often do

first he came to realize
he had no super power, and
as he grew more year by year
his immortal hopes went dry and soured

soon he felt so powerless
he just hung his heavy head
those hopes, those dreams, just
fantasies, of a child’s mind mislead

so he buried the cape in his backyard
while solemn tears he cried
and bit by bit gave in to the man
who let the child die

then one day an old man found him
staring blankly into a drink
the old man sat and smiled and said
“may I join you for a think?”

they sat and talked of days gone by
of innocence fled and heroic dreams
the old man listened then chuckled and said
“things aren’t always as they seem…”

“it took damn near all my years to learn—”
“I stewed in pain so stubbornly—”
“that just one ripple can be the change…”
“don’t get old before you begin to see…”

the child awoke, the man bowed down
and dug deep into his marrow
to find the cape for now he knew
he could be that super hero…

Written by Matthew – 2016
© 2016 This Mortal Flesh

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Thanks for reading. This piece was a much needed change of pace post for me. If you took the time to click the links and go back and read my first posts here on WordPress I am very grateful to you. I encourage you to listen to the song as well, because it just fits this piece so perfectly. Love and peace to you my friends. “Be the change you want to see in the world.” ~ Gandhi


Pretty Cage

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I will not be beat down by lack of progress
in defiance I will stand in the face of your sneer
flashing fangs—heals dug in—standing my ground
your pain is just a hallow reminder of the past

change is the fruit on which I feast
its bitter juice sours my face—burns my tongue
only in endurance will I find tolerance, and
in time I will come to know its sweetness

this pain is temporary—this bitterness fleeting
I will thrash and claw, like a cornered animal
for I would rather meet death with a fight
than submit to that pretty cage again

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh



Breath escaping to the frosted air of a New Year’s morn,
my eyes drink anew of the old sun rising ‘ore my city.
That dirty steel—cold stone—my circus, my love, my home.
All my words—broken promises—linger there still;
beseeching my faulted and weakened flesh for reparation

Looking deep within, a small bubble rising
could it be, hope buried and now struggling
to escape its hardened shell-yolk of an egg-
Yellow-orange as a slice of sunrise
reaching the surface, breaking through rubble & lies

I stand before thee naked but sanguine oh Sun—
reforged by the conflagration of a thousand bitter falls—
bathe me in silent avidity that I may toil for change unceasing
as even now this sardonic mind scrambles to clothe me
mending the breach with garments crafted of forsaken vows

It is written in tongues old and forgotten
the race of men clings on despite its frailty
in them, an innate duality —the propensity to self-destruct
and yet rise again—the power to burst out of the hearse
though the knell has already rung across the earth

This cycle of calamity and joy I yearn to break
the stupefacient lull of this wheel within a wheel—
this sugar-coated mortal coil I can no longer stomach
I will spit it from my mouth with words of vehemence
No more days will I waste in a listless haze!

out of the caves we came, out of the dark I shall emerge
defy my weaknesses, embrace my strength—I will purge
my head of doubts that have haunted me for too many seasons
reclaim my brain from itself, suffer no further ransom nor treason
nurture hope—the precious stone handed down from my ancestors

Written by Matthew & Nathalie – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh


Nathalie at arwenaragornstar pulled me out of my cave for this one, and by the read of it, just in time! It is always so nice to work with my twin from across the sea. Please go check her out when you have the time. you will not be disappointed!

Nathalie, thank you for asking me to do this!