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 Mar 2016 Matthew Goff
Ree Bunch
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate;
with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top.
I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit;
in fear of what others will think and say.
After enjoying your momentary treats;
came the truth;
with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.

A.K.A

(10 w)

The lies I ate, but
the truth I couldn’t take.
 Mar 2016 Matthew Goff
Ree Bunch
Lust misted upon me.
It blinded my vision.
Affecting my 20/20 vision for you.

Secrets drenched my attire;
Weighing down my mind and body.
Making it difficult to keep up.

Lies rained down between us;
Creating a moat; separating us
Farther and farther apart.

A whirlwind of pleasure disguised
The destruction that was
Ultimately laying waste.

A tornado of guilt captures
Me up in its volatile tunnel;
Thrashing me about.

Truth floods us, dragging us
under; drowning the little life
Our relationship has left.

The drought of forgiveness
Results in the death
Of the future between us two.
she wakes me with a kiss on the cheek
puts a hot drink by my side
then gently ruffles my hair
before exiting the room
a towel wrapped firmly around her
what fine form she has
what buxom beauty
and such kindness beneath
I hear the hiss of hot water
as she steps in the shower
and imagine her moist *******
hardening as she soaps up her *******
soaking herself in the steady downpour
a warm sensation filling her insides
like a hot flood in a rain forest
and outside the birds are singing
and inside so am I
because in that moment
she gave me enough strength
to face another day
and I know
that with her
I am home
 Mar 2016 Matthew Goff
timeless
Hinduism
       Is
the art of
     Living.
Art,Hinduism, living
Where Galveston sits
Right off the coast
A deeply Southern
Emerald Isle
The seawall stretches
Follow its path
And bathe in the salt
The sharks wouldn't
Mind at all, I'm sure
Silver sand dollar
Razor sharp clams
Dog running along the coast
Trying to catch
The seafoam
But it disappears right away
Still, tongue hanging out
Happy
Sunlight, raining down
Little house, mid-town
Seems
nice
Nestled in the mountains
Like a tree, birch or pine
Definitely a tall one
But kind of short, too
Medium-sized, I suppose
Two windows, glass
Seaglass, a pretty blue
Kind of green
Teal-colored, I think
Cerulean might be a better
Descriptor
Stone stuck together
The outside is pretty
Cobblestone, not brick
Like it was made in the Middle Ages
Or maybe the Stone Age
Yeah, that makes more sense
It's pretty here
Like a sunny day
Or a rainy evening
One of the two
Or both
I don't know
I just don't
But I want
To be here
I have it shown in school
My invisible cloak
Sparkled with silver
Only a few people see
Through it
My face says one thing
Although my eyes say
Another thing
The truth if the pain
Is worth it
You see this time of year
Presents are wrapped up
In paper if any style
Some added with bows
While when its birthday time
It's only bought with no thought
Maybe I'll add a bow on you
Becoming a holiday bf
~~
This afternoon wears the dark Shirt
After demonstration of the moon,
End of the waiting of pied crested cuckoo,
I did not end

A little bits of interval,
Blinking the distant Stars
My friend could count,
very romantic,
In me cast the shadow

Her beloved lives outdoors,
All the apartments of the mind has rented
Taken from the first floor up to twelve
I did not

I saw the race of cars on the street,
Standing at corner of the roof
When hunger the fingernails,
Subconsciously
Playing an illusion of gravity

This time the drone of insects,
Occasionally shout of bull frog
In fresh water of the rainy season,
Breeding multiply
Nature of the Nature

Cut off the yarn, the kite ran out of the sky
In the Kans forest,
The shadows of white clouds,
very Absurdly,
I could not even catch you  

In the body of mind,
Emptiness came home
Lost days song come up from the deep sea
In the silence the sound of sighs

Sleepless night as the rhythm of the strange poem
While the star drops in front of a traveler
Even though when my time has gone
Still could not understand the unknown poetry
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
You are always beneath the sky
though you can think above all the heights
even behind the origin
and following just after

A bit ahead
just before the end of the evening
a distinct dark and a shadow
caught between two stools

I'm moving between the line,
blessing in disguise
stepping forward,
taking the best of both worlds

Shadows have a sound of mist
within the shadows
and the dark has a light
at the bottom on the line of dark

but I caught between two stools
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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