Hello from the beyond,
a doorway locked until it’s not,
forever and never,
further away,
a longing lost,
another day,
we see the sea that splashes against the sky,
a promise not kept,
a me not I,
years hidden in the tear cried once,
visages tempered in glass,
a song sung long,
we cry the river,
held close in the darkness,
tomorrow a mirror,
for my breath,
was my first and my last…
I cast aside the flesh of man,
I sat beside his bed,
I pondered many things to see,
to see inside his head,
a wisdom lost upon the clock,
times hand it wicked weaved,
the seed of substance planted thin,
a sea of sediment that was me,
pools of winter chills,
spoken words of lust spoken to thy reflection,
contempt for self,
masturbation hidden in the pages of books,
stuck together by the wasted spark that was,
torn pages,
young,
and old….
I was given a rhyme,
that was not mine,
a place to tell,
yet I would oversell,
a sea of green,
in a field of red,
the eyes not open,
yet words not said,
a fleeting moment,
caught up in the seeds of time,
woven to finite,
the disease was mine,
postured stances over bodies mine,
predicted hatred given fly,
a worm that never turned,
the violence of design,
constructed boxes made to fail….
A road paved to the centre,
a place I cannot get in,
where wickedness dwells,
souls are sold,
and sins sell,
proven within the arms of time,
polluting the stream of what is mine,
lost but found,
fake but given form,
a fevered dream woken from the snore of a life filled with boring ends to tired games,
we see the memories that came,
we feel the cuts as they seer the flesh,
a musical number,
the flames licking me,
what was the purpose,
who was I meant to be?
hands tell time,
woven in the spine of night,
a disastrous affliction,
totally eclipsed by prevention,
I asked the haggard witch to free me,
blinded by the light of sunset hill,
clothed in deception,
prevented my own intervention,
gave the dog a smiling frown,
layers of cake,
tensions tied down,
we saw the sun,
but lost each other in the moon,
a quiet ending,
to a forgotten…
I woke,
as you slept,
while you denied,
yet still deceived,
a path for liars,
you carved it home,
semi sufficient,
you dug it down,
polarity,
clarity,
regret not getting back,
withered carcasses attacked,
gained attention,
for the detention,
uphill filtration,
downhill retention,
fossil,
missing,
quiet motivation,
gone,
dismissal…
I saw the end,
before it came,
a picture told in words of a thousand,
given to me in sly,
through time infinity,
I sat for silent moments,
as he stood by my side,
my future self,
my haggard frame,
not much older than I today,
he came with terror,
he came with fear,
a death that grew in me,
took my flame and extinguished it out,
we haggard three,
me, myself and I,
forever misunderstood,
forever,
not I…
Last in the line,
first in the show,
a devil in a red dress,
legs that don’t go,
head held high,
pervasion down low,
a wonder to see,
blind men,
woven tree stump,
a woman naked,
masturbation,
shared to be,
hallow in the darkness,
plain sight in the sea,
olive branches above me,
dirt dug,
an hole below,
swing me to the left side,
throw me deep and down,
a burial in privacy,
a murder,
left waiting,
never found…
I asked the question,
unable to be asked,
simplified the understanding,
given to fly,
we queried,
we sinned,
proven the changes,
silenced within,
a cloud full of rainbows,
a pocket full of rain,
wisdom doesn’t come,
easy is the same,
willow the bindings sea-saw,
allowed the tears to fall,
pollution of the sickness,
a mask cannot save,
when the enemy is already inside..
proven to be red,
the succulent flesh beneath the skin,
wanted me to come on in,
it tempted me with a bouquet of flowers,
washed but not clean,
waged in the sin,
seared in the meat,
a dying star left alone,
a tomorrow not mine,
freeze the silence,
allow darkness in,
we beg for the forgiveness,
we fail to give,
see,
for I am not blind,
but my faith is empty,
and so is my mind…
A hand taken,
a moment short,
liquid dreams filled with nightmares,
you asked the tide to come in,
but never allowed it to stay,
a figment seen but not heard,
the imagination on its own,
we lied to save face,
yet yielded when we didn’t need to,
for the signs were shown,
before the a wave was given,
a pleasure the end result,
even when the sky drew near…
Wicked seas rode,
high yet low,
ashore the damnation given,
below the waters hidden,
a single martyr,
a feast to rejoice,
proclamations of a father,
when the mother is not carrying a son,
faded jingles,
we strive to see the moon,
perished with the dying,
a womb empty too soon,
a seeded disaster,
an ending lost,
we see,
you sung,
the work too long is gone..
Six years ago I had this idea, it was crazy at first, and became even more unhinged as it progressed.
For that idea, insanity was born upon a road.
This blog is that road.
This twisted road of madness.
Fitting that Friday the 13th is the day we celebrate this journey.
Let us see how long we can continue this ride for, as infinity is beyond the horizon, and that is where we are headed.
Matt
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woven flesh,
sewn up dreams,
a cut here,
a cut there,
blood everywhere,
my sweet denial,
my dying queen,
the lies we told each other,
the cries we hold dear,
purpose built betrayal,
dirt turned,
holes filled,
not sexual,
but sensual,
you foretold me,
I broke you,
blind,
but we see…
A frozen winter,
waves within the sea,
last rites given,
a widow behind me,
a broken heart cut in two,
as the devil asked of me,
a bet,
a payment,
a deal wagered in the wisdom of tomorrow,
resistant was not my game,
he severed the connection,
remade my shape,
flesh roasted on the skin of another,
showered in sleep,
I was awake,
yet no name was given,
I took the wager,
even though I was wrong,
open,
look,
suffocate the end,
and hope it was,
or not…
As the sun sets,
and the stars rise,
I see a difference in your eyes,
an emptiness I cannot deny,
and then I stop,
a look again,
and see the image of another me,
standing before me,
being me for me,
while I am nothing,
I am a tree,
a plastic something,
setting,
while the sun draws a new day,
and I am no more,
for I have gone away…
Broken,
but not stained,
the hardened manhood,
flaccid days are gone,
wooden structures,
built against the grain,
a goat,
a deer,
my seaman smeared across your face,
die in the digestion,
of a place not named,
perform my ritual,
swallow not spit,
regret,
forget,
forgotten,
a name lost,
but carved in my chest…
A single task given a new world mask,
hidden in sight,
plain and free,
poser with a chip to focus,
lies upon the system of a uniformed silence,
I asked to give it,
yet never received it,
purpose driven,
without a hope,
we paved the way,
while the path was lost,
a cracked egg shell shows it,
yet it was the blood,
not the loss…
The dawn gave me eyes that life had failed to see,
a wisdom of nothingness,
a sea of thankless tries,
I asked,
but yet yearned to know,
purposed for the heartless,
while the open door of willingness was shut,
haggard whore,
sinister bore,
I questioned to last,
without seeing the first,
rot,
rotten,
letters added,
victory not mine,
undead,
yet living,
a mirror not yours…
