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Matthew Vandeburgh Poem
my sanity seems to unravel
like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day
I keep tripping on in the mud
but when I go to tie them
I find myself barefoot
rooted in an unsatiable lust
for something other than reality
a blood-letting of sorts
a scream that dies
before it escapes my throat
my struggle is not one of boredom or regret
rather a confusing mixture
of powders, pills, and mind-control
and some weird state of non-commital emotion
a dark ocean of something mistakenly called
anti-depression
I’ve never really been in control
but I fight with a might that might surpise you
and win most battles and lose most wars
realizing too late that I’m the only one
keeping score
another day of willing the sun to stay down
to allow me to drown
in a dreamscape of something greater
inhibit my feelings or leave me alone
this is something I’ll always fight
alone
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I woke up just long enough
to see a lightning bug
hug itself
on the deck
heck I'd love to
be able to
do that to myself too
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it’s got me in it’s cold fanatic grip
still able to quip the foes
but finding the prose
far too inadequate
to describe what I felt inside
and went through tonight
in that old abandoned house
whether it was a mouse
or a barn owl
I sure as hell
got the hell scared out of me
let it be, I think, but I don’t
part of me won’t let go of the hope
that there’s something out there
creepier than I’ve ever seen
happy halloween
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laying in the pre-dawn quiet wondering
if your steady shallow breathing is untroubled sleep
or a wandering mind prone to thoughts of our nakedness
like mine is
blissfully knowing the only thing keeping
us from each other and our physical ecstasy
is allowing time to decide who will make the first move
because once we begin we both know we can’t stop
until we’ve topped the world
and come back down to earth in breathless abandon
sweaty and satisfied and comfortably weary
tangled and peaceful
welcoming the dawn is a treasure
we discover together again everytime
our bodies and minds entwine all of our senses
passionate wonder awakens
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the devil with the angel’s eyes
is standing on the corner
staring back at me
with one last look of betray
for losing the simple things in life
I am an eternal mourner
guilty of of holding only to
the memories of a dying day
push aside the barriers
between you and the sun
stand above the earth
don’t tell yourself that it will never be
climb the ladder of
subconscious wanderings of love
fall from your perch of self-righteousness
for the darkness will not let you see
the way
the way back home
the simple road
to anything greater than skin and bone
the feel
the feel of love upon your heart
the touch of hope
the fires the gun
that finally says it’s time to start
rising above
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her love’s soft and quiet
shy like ships in bottles
a benevolent voyage to the middle of me
ascertaining a magnetic togetherness
her voice weeps like a willow
a falling footstep cadence
my hope hangs patiently
on the edge of her blossoming lips
her eyes are as shy as a midnight shadow
and deeper than the black hole
beyond the last galaxy where I wait
to catch a fleeting glimpse of forever
her life is my joy
a creation beyond comprehension
the spirit’s redeeming grace
my abundant gratitude is her salvation
Copyright © Matthew Vandeburgh | Year Posted 2011
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