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matt d mattson Oct 2014
I am a wolf
For tonight at least
And I have sharp yellow wolf eyes
I see the dark and the bright doe eyes in the dark
And tonight my teeth are sharp

My stomach growls with a desperate wild hunger
I know the long night and the cold wind and the lonely mountain
I know the old soul of the uncaring world
And I will take what I need from it
Mine is primal cause
Instinct without laws

I stalk the periphery, by the corners
Lurking in the silence  
I roll along the ***** of my feet
Through the edges and the shadows
My muscles flex and tense as the tendons extend
My claws rake along the earth slowly gathering
Searching for whom I may devour
I smell your fear
I see your weakness
I can hear your soft voice unaware.
Tonight I am a wolf
Tonight I hunt
Tonight I ****
any suggestions on improvement to content would be appreciated though not necessarily implemented.
matt d mattson Oct 2014
Sun and daisys
summers hot
dont be lazy
Smile wide

Not too crazy
times are tough
and money's tight
the car is broken
the bike is to
walking's always good for you
as is running, swimming, true
exercise and pay your due
don't complain just get it done
cause times are tough and money's tight
as it may don't take all day
learning how to cope,

Your job you hate
i understand
you must make it
meet demand
time's are tough and money's tight
these are things we cannot fight
your girl don't love you
that's ok
most love ends anyways
but smile wide
a little crazy
laugh a lot for
Sun and Daisys
life is not

find your strength,
and find your joy
in little places,
shy and coy,
against the dark
against the violence
against the stark cold endless silence
against the howling careless drone
that is your burden not alone
smile wide and don't be lazy
to live this life
one must be crazy
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matt d mattson Oct 2014
Let me love you
If only for a moment.
You are leaving
And I know that it is unlikely and improbable
That I should follow, or that you should stay
So let me love you,
If only for a day.
Or a week
Or the span of time between not knowing you
And knowing you are gone
And in that space
Let me love you with all the intensity and passion I possess
For the short time that we have
Let me harness the sun inside my soul and hold nothing back
Let me burn hot and fast and brightly around you
Till you have gone.
Let me consume the small moments like gasoline
I will dwell in those brief encounters
Savoring the ephemeral taste of the flame
Because, soon you will be gone
And I shall let you go
matt d mattson Oct 2014
How loud the dead men walked
Stumbling grumbling bumbling
How horribly they stalked
Moaning, groaning, loudly owning
All the night in which they walked
Our conversation died
But still the dead men talked
Of brains, and organs, kidneys, spleen,
We broke and then we baulked
Bustling hustling soundless rustling
Towards the exit almost out until we knocked
The vase that shattered splattered and we scattered
The dead men stopped, with dead heads cocked
Towards the sound of breaking glass
We stared dead eyes as all were shocked
Then the keening, awful screaming full of meaning
Sprinting, running, breathless fleeing from the dead that came careening
Heedless, reckless, mindless feckless,
Almost out but we were blocked
Stuck and captured cowed and caught
How we tried but were outfought
Chewed and chomped by jaws so locked
And now I to feel dead and rot
Taking over, bleeding stopped
Eyes are going legs are shot
Stiff and moaning and not knowing
How horribly us dead men walk
matt d mattson Oct 2014
Every piece of all the earth
Is a piece of the place of my birth
Every black granite rock rising above the world
Every mountaintop cutting it's way up through the blue sky
Is the rock and stone that shadows my home
Every tuft of grass, every green field every meadow
Clad in early morning dew that glistens as the new sun rises
Is the green land where my home is
Every evergreen cloaked in snow on a winters night
Is below the same midnight blue sky and silent silver stars
As my home,
Every breath of air, every breeze that blows
Collecting the pieces of the earth as it goes
Carries a piece of my home in it.
And every salty drop of the sea that crashes on every grain on ever beach
Is the same sea that crashes upon the shores of my home.
And the same sun shines it's warmth upon me where ever I go.
And so wherever I go, I am home.
any ideas or comments would be as always helpful
matt d mattson Sep 2014
AAAHHH
Heat and fire
Cold desire
Strong it scalds
By irk and ire
Strained and maimed
My flesh it screams
Writhes and dies
And all is seen
Empty out and empty in
Vacant space that swells and swims
Ripped and torn
Burned and scorned
By loves most joyful ecstasy

What once was sacred
Now betrayed
And now unleashed
What once was stayed

Trapped and chained
Imprisoned once,
But, now released

And now the sounds of shattered dreams
Filter down through oily seams
And feeds the hatred that now streams
Made up of all the childish things
Whose collected promise rings
Hollow as the lier sings

Kept and hoarded are the sounds
Of all the helpless souls who drowned
Inside the broken depths
Below the crushing pressure of a thousand weighted dreams
Stacked on endless shifting beams
Too thick and cold and dark and old
For light to come or heat to hold


Endless darkened black abyss
Created by loves first spurned kiss
Built up by expected bliss
Disapointment you did this

A monster and it's lair
Nothing more than long despair
Hammer forged in bitter air
Black heart that will no longer hear
Acid distilled by pain and fear
A subject to one bitter tear
That grows and grows each passing year
An ocean that now drowns all cheer
For love cannot long live here
matt d mattson Aug 2014
There is a silence in the house
An empty voice
There is a lack of something
And I cannot find it
I wake up early
And get out of bed late.
I do little chores but
I never get anything done
I drive to coffee shops
And cafes
I search for places that have people
But still I am alone
And so I come home
There is a vacancy here
That I cannot explain
There is a void that grows
And every day it feels larger
And the silence gets louder
As if the space in which there is no one
Gets bigger day by day
The echo of it lengthens
And the sound of footfalls
And the creak of old wood stretches outwards
And at the end of it all
It feels like a stadium filled with no one
An arena of empty chairs
And all the howling, cheering life
That isn't there
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