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Matt Dee Poem
Relentless I know I won't regret this
extensive bleeding of my heart Painting
white roses on a grave. I tell a story to who
ever will listen. My mind wonders with thoughts
that glisten. Though there is a division. A division
that is my spine. Symmetrically intertwined
I find it odd that one half of my
body has a heart and the other is heartless.
I find it odd that I always fall for this.
I find it odd I never know if I want more or less.
I have to stress that there is no test for this.I Regress.
Analyze this. Ever kiss someone so much your lips go numb? A blissful
fate that eclipse all that makes this world a hateful place? With Parasitic
Tongues that live symbiotically through Taste.
Well I said
Kiss Me because I have two Eyes so I can see you try
Kiss me because I have two ears that hear you breathe in my fears
Kiss me because I have a mouth and it's just what mouths do.
Kiss Me because I just have one heart, and if I had you we both would have two and four
of nearly everything else.
And nothing can top that thought that feeling
of wanting more. Till that kiss has something amiss and is taken by some a lour.
I shake my fist and toss him into the abyss of the forgotten and torn. Torn from
the pages of my life. Written out my life through this poem no more.
I stand here in front of you all now a broken man a better man. Not better
because I'm broken better because I'm free. That's all I've ever wanted to be
and I might not be Likely to succeed but at least I'm me. I've been tattooed, Pirced
scared I remember that I only have one heart one body one soul and I am
forever dyeing hard. There was something there
though no it was the spot the speckle in front of my eye moving closer to
me and embracing me. With a tender bliss with hopes that the feeling lingers.
It's like 20 fingers and 20 toes and 64 teeth. Yes I counted these all while we where
underneath the sheets. though you have to understand that we where once together then
her heart strayed and lost a tie. I never thought she would leave my side.
Growing old together reaching our goals together. Now the shoes that cushion our feet turn to
the
shoes with the holes in a soles with our souls worn thin. You left me to find yourself
to be your self is all that I want you to do. Yet I'm here pining for her. Lying for
her hoping she removed herself safely from the now empty side of my spine
and watching forever and moving forward
to the next great end.
Copyright © Matt Dee | Year Posted 2010
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Matt Dee Poem
Every time I look in the mirror I see the face of god.
What a vicarious view of vanity. My eyes sin and
Reflect past. My envious tongue licks the gluttonous,
glory of gratuitous teeth for the over consumption of snakes.
Their scales as smooth as one thousand
Fingernails attached to greedy hands scraping my
Spine in a form of lust so violent even the wrath in my
Heart can feel the aching from the foreplay, from the night before.
Slothfully smoke fills my crying lungs. I breathe, in this
Air soaked in darkness and everything I aspire
To be but won't. My feet are anvils.
My back is the ocean always moving to the shore.
My hands are hammers and my dreams...
My Dreams are like Marshmallows plucked
From that squishy spot in side my skull; maintaining form but no substance.
This face of god looks back at me and sings.
"You see, you see what can't be seen. You repair the damage
done to me." With a smack of fate and a wrist watch
on my side damage dealt and a battle won. My eyes forgive
their sins. And I scream for forgiveness... forgiveness, without
anger. Forgiveness without regret, forgiveness, without time and
time my friend is just a clock Ticking, ticking, ticking.
So if this face of god is really the man upstairs his either
a freaking moron or has a really good sense of humor.
Because as of right now I feel as though I
should dive in this ocean with the weight of my feet
dragging me to the bottom to see how long it takes to
feel alive. I've come to realize in my dreams I really do
survive and every breath I take carries me closer
to the day that I arrive in a world that's ready for me
a world that I'm not ready to see.
I still long for a mind of a baby so I can maybe
have a conversation with myself and say "self...
you're going to be ok." Because right now
I'm so confused by the time and space
and everything in between.
My dreams explode like they
where put in a microwave on high.
The anvils shatter and hammers splinter
and I am the center of everything
by everything I mean everything
and I can make my world that
much better.
It's my choice.
It's my clock.
It's everything that I've become
and everything that I am.
I have room to change
but it's only some.
I have it all or
I have none.
I may not be this
divine presences of purpose
starring back at me.
Though, I have repaired
this damage done to me.
Copyright © Matt Dee | Year Posted 2010
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