The Empath

I write because I must
there can be no denial of this anymore
I am all things to all people
An empath that feels your pain
and puts it into word
gives it form…

I am cast aside on the home front
a prophet with no honor in his own land
But my words can reach you
teach you–save you
If even at the cost of myself…
I break for you

I lay my soul before you
bleed the dying darkness for you
without a thought for myself
this is the truest love
to bear all
to ease the pain of a stranger
to trade my life for yours
I could give you no greater honor…

These words are true
from the recesses of my spirit
I, like my master before me
would die that you may live

This life of mystique laden  shadow
and masking smiles
is not for me–it’s not my home
My place is scattered to the
four winds of heaven
tasting all as one
for eternity…sorrow and bereavement…
my destiny…my eternal home
I was not destined for joy

my place is among you
I am an empath–but more…
I eat your agony so you
never have to know the bitter taste
I drink your cup of sorrow
so that you may have peace.

But these are just words…
and this is just a page…
and a page cannot convey…
the depth of its words…

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This was an  impromptu 5 minute free written poem–and I was drunk. This is what came out of me.

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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Abide

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I do but I don’t
I care but I won’t
this mind so battleworn
is just ready to let you go

love’s game I can no longer play
this drawn out soliloquy
all to feed some ego
or insatiable libido

I guess I’ll never understand
nor be the pièces de résistance your dreams demand
I simply choose to abide

I do but I don’t
I care but I won’t
love’s game I can no longer play
this drawn out soliloquy

all to feed some ego
or insatiable libido
this mind so battleworn
is just ready to let you go

Written by Matthew – 2018
© 2018 This Mortal Flesh
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Eyes

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no more time for old wives tales
where the devil is in the details
coffin full of words used and dried
a box for manicured finger nails

just you look me in the eyes
can I see what is inside?
thoughts peering back at me
reflections of my own mind

meet my eyes to spell need
soak my gaze and take heed
to flash feeling with a look
with my eyes I decree

for the gaze of women there is no book
no trusty manual that I may read
forty years still none the wise
of what lies beyond a women’s eyes

Written by Matthew – 2017

My daughter and I are doing a writing prompt challenge (she’s 11), so this is what I came up with for “Do you think the eyes are a window to a person’s soul? What does eye contact mean to you?”

 

© 2017 This Mortal Flesh

Feel like feeling…

fine inside yet never close to fine
don’t feel like feeling
walk the line to find a new set of lines

don’t feel like feeling
pushing always ahead getting further behind

don’t feel like feeling
sweet perfume on shit is all you will find

don’t feel like feeling…

time to move on
time to displace
spit on my pride
spit in my face

nothing but air
ever was there
void in denial
never a care

and I just don’t feel like feeling anymore…

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh

Reverse Con

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so deluded and self-deceived
you think I cannot see
the tired con you think you paint
so posh and masterfully

you marvel at your every stroke
da Vinci would be proud
you think yourself a god of men
gazing haute upon the crowd

to me it’s laughable you see
your old and cheap design
the joy you feel with every lie
as you think you undermine

I’ll let you play your idle games
let you bask in your naivety
to con a con is greater pleasure
than a thousand loads blown simultaneously

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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Did…

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Did…
what I could to love you
in a world that divides
with cruel false designs
facing forbidden desires
I stood fast
I turned away

Did…
my best to stay sane
diversion from the pain
anesthetic for the brain
because idle fingers
thirst for reason
harsh games to play

Did…
nothing right
learned too slow
that ambience blinds
with dancing neon lies
as maturity unbinds
another naïve mind

Written by Matthew – 2017
© 2017 This Mortal Flesh
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