Posted on April 24, 2008 by Matthew
There is this place that I go when the music peaks
Where many have entered and few wish to leave
A place where cares fall behind the lids of my eyes
And the noise in the room is out of focus but beautiful
There is a door that opens to a world of reprieve
With a smile and a pardon [...]
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Posted on April 20, 2008 by Matthew
Changed and rearranged by things that I behold
Sifted then lifted and burned to purest gold
So collectively affected by the popular and old
On strings like puppet things only doing what I’m told
Like me all see that we were free but now are sold
To the system are we slaves losing wisdom growing cold
Change us now.
‘Amender of men’ [...]
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Posted on February 8, 2008 by Matthew
You sing and you dance as though you’ve only one chance
But the music ended long ago
And there’s this thing in your smile that I struggle to place
As if you move to a rhythm unknown
You toss me a glance that says come now and dance
I look around to make sure it was me
But I’m just stalling [...]
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Posted on November 1, 2007 by Matthew
its a rainy night.
traffic lights smear through the pavement
making it simple to weep
without wandering eyes
And hard to sleep
Because tomorrow is dry
The wet has a way
of grounding
The scattered and drifting thoughts
Of sounding the bell
for the herd to punch the clock
Like a settling of dust
On the floor of the brain
retreating within
Justified by [...]
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Posted on July 23, 2007 by Matthew
I’ll believe it when I see it
But if I see it will I need it
Or will it all just be a waste
A man so geared to dream
Believing life’s not what it seems
Wanting to swallow not just taste
Am I so blind to ask the time
As if the time was ever mine
And give false hope to my [...]
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Posted on July 10, 2007 by Matthew
Was I ever really strong enough
Or silver tongued to the turning of heads
Have I ever made them move an inch
Or awakened the sinful dead
Have angels ever wished they were me
With arms instead of wings
Trading gray hair for their halo’s
And a song they must fight to sing
You avow me as an only child
And fight hell for [...]
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Posted on June 25, 2007 by Matthew
For a sec I saw
my speck of a self
Seemingly sick
but somehow well
Internally bleeding
from a seed of greed
With a need to believe
I was conceived as free
My purpose the point
to playing the part
Though purple this face
in placing my heart
Looking for love
in the lust of this life
Longing to belong
to a loving wife
Who will dig for treasure
in the depths [...]
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Posted on June 8, 2007 by Matthew
What if pain is actually the purest form of grace,
Life in the birthing process,
Façade giving way to honesty in a trail of death
What if strength is but a series of shattered things,
Fortified by falling,
Flawed but priceless in the eyes of a perfect God
What if our two feet are not meant to make us stand
Or to [...]
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Posted on May 7, 2007 by Matthew
There’s something about Ella on a rainy day
A mug of coffee without a place to go
“You could be happy” on 40 at dusk
With Sufjan in the cue on a mountain road
I love Manhattan with my headphones in
Where the people are actors in a video
The back porch of The Hollow with Bruiser & Ben
A beer, a [...]
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Posted on April 26, 2007 by Matthew
Show me a picture of something worth fighting for
a glimpse of passion that can move this heart.
Give me a dream that doesn’t end on the rocks
or even better, one that never ends.
You say to sing for you and I sing
until my throat is sore do I sing.
You say to dance but my legs [...]
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