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Matthew Goff Aug 2015
Exotic drops of sky
The oceans tiny tears
Sprinkle into ornament
Slow eyelash fire into blue
She cries wet jewelry
And sudden sparks that wink at moonlight
Princess of sparkling afternoons
Matthew Goff Oct 2015
Exotic drops of sky
The oceans tiny tears
Sprinkle into ornament
Slow eyelash fire into blue
She cries wet jewelry
And sudden sparks that wink at moonlight
Princess of sparkling afternoons
Matthew Goff Jun 2016
Exotic drops of sky
The oceans tiny tears
Sprinkle into ornament
Slow eyelash fire into blue
She cries wet jewelry
And sudden sparks that wink at moonlight
Princess of sparkling afternoons
Matthew Goff Jan 2015
Exotic drops of sky
The oceans tiny tears
Sprinkle into ornament
Slow eyelash fire into blue
She cries wet jewelry
And sudden sparks that wink at moonlight
Princess of sparkling afternoons
Matthew Goff Mar 2016
Exotic drops of sky
The oceans tiny tears
Sprinkle into ornament
Slow eyelash fire into blue
She cries wet jewelry
And sudden sparks that wink at moonlight
Princess of sparkling afternoons
Matthew Goff Sep 2016
"Let beauty influence the architecture of thought"
"The Poetry of Matthew Goff"
Amazon
Matthew Goff Apr 2016
Butterflies fly through her hair
Carrying letters from the sky
Pretty language let the stars compete
Matthew Goff Dec 2017
Butterflies fly through her hair
Carrying letters from the sky
Pretty language let the stars compete
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Matthew Goff Sep 2016
Butterflies fly through her hair
Carrying letters from the sky
Pretty language let the stars compete
Matthew Goff Aug 2016
Butterfly flies through the day carrying questions
People have pretty and puzzled looks
Sapphire secrets and mysteries
Matthew Goff Oct 2016
Call her by the name of greek goddesses
She once painted the letters:
APHRODITE
Across her toenails
What about the last toe?, I asked
Someone responded
“she would polish it so she could mirror
the smile of the owl”
what a group I thought as I combed my
hair back with their satin words

I love just wasting away here
In the split gold jewel explosions of poverty

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Oct 2017
Cloudy afternoon lovers discuss the dullness of the day toasting glasses of wine. Those that need sun in their lives explode with the warmth of the afternoon. Seconds away from a smile. Lovers and their unique expressions create a banner for the world.
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Matthew Goff Sep 2017
BILLY: do you think some people take their medication on the moon?
LISA: I think most people do, not counting zebras
BILLY: I think they’re faking it
LISA: they have no reason though, except for seagulls
BILLY: what do you mean?
LISA: you know, seagulls, adventure, rebel kisses
BILLY: oh that
LISA: well at least it’s peppermint flavored
BILLY: candy ways

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff May 2016
Disappointment in the sky
She painted her hair purple with answers
And turned to her lover saying
“are you sad?”

“I wouldn’t call it sadness” he said
“just certain waves crashing certain rocks”
Ocean of thoughts
Uncertainty of tears

Sparkling philosophy on the sand
Matthew Goff Nov 2016
Disappointment in the sky
She painted her hair purple with answers
And turned to her lover saying
“are you sad?”

“I wouldn’t call it sadness” he said
“just certain waves crashing certain rocks”
Ocean of thoughts
Uncertainty of tears

Sparkling philosophy on the sand

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Dec 2014
Do you know why it was so humid today?

Because while you were asleep, I woke up early this morning—to greet the dawn fully aroused. I walked out into the garden and extended a confident hand to the sun, pulling her down softly upon the luxurious folds of a bed built out of air. I gave her a thousand smiles with warm, visiting heartbeats.

Then, slowly pulled her legs over my shoulders with the grace of sunlight dreaming.

Then, I began to wet the blonde forest with an anxious tongue, melting her voluptuous trees, whose shapes remind me of young females ******* bedroom worlds, rounded smooth and with ease.

That’s why the sun, that luscious bridesmaid of a girl, who slipped her legs into yellow stockings, could not stop sweating!
Matthew Goff Jul 2016
Dream unions celebrate
Fantastic communion for a
Strange orbital beauty
Which punctures the stitch
Of familiar reality and fortifies
Faith in the unknown
Matthew Goff Mar 2017
Dream unions celebrate
Fantastic communion for a
Strange orbital beauty
Which punctures the stitch
Of familiar reality and fortifies
Faith in the unknown

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Oct 2017
During the month of October people eat pumpkin
The queen is nowhere to be found
A famous gymnast gives lessons
A train conductor also teaches History
Cursing while doing cartwheels
A couple is going to the movies in leopard coats
The question is pizza or dirt
Matthew Goff Oct 2017
Evening
Romantic whispers
Eyelashes are close
Youth and pretty innocence
They give soft nighttime rebellion
All the while crescent moon trembling
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Matthew Goff Aug 2016
Evening descends upon them
And romance falls
Amusement park kissing
Adolescent waves crash
Love soaring through young skies
Matthew Goff Oct 2016
Evening descends upon them
And romance falls
Amusement park kissing
Adolescent waves crash
Love soaring through young skies

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Aug 2017
Evening descends upon them
And romance falls
Amusement park kissing
Adolescent waves crash
Love soaring through young skies
©
Matthew Goff Sep 2017
Evening descends upon them
And romance falls
Amusement park kissing
Adolescent waves crash
Love soaring through young skies
©
Matthew Goff Apr 2017
Evening princess,
Your feet are covered in sand and wishes
Songs to make the adventure sweet
Evening princess,
Looking at people with flowers in her mouth
Sandcastle symphony of stars

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Apr 2017
Evening princess,
I think of you while swinging from clouds
And holding your favorite flowers
Evening princess,
Your ruby realizations
Tell a story of reckless love
Evening princess,
Take your pretty bow to the stars
Evening princess,
You smash the glass of convention

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Sep 2017
Evening princess,
I think of you while swinging from clouds
And holding your favorite flowers
Evening princess,
Your ruby realizations
Tell a story of reckless love
Evening princess,
Take your pretty bow to the stars
Evening princess,
You smash the glass of convention

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff May 2017
Evening princess,
Her slow falling tears tell a story of mystery
Known for her beauty and rebel portrait
Picking the stars for earrings
Evening princess,
Unique night jewelry girl
Sincere kissing and toasting love in the moonlight
Vulnerable romantic and ocean necklace

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff May 2017
Evening princess,
Her slow falling tears tell a story of mystery
Known for her beauty and rebel portrait
Picking the stars for earrings
Evening princess,
Unique night jewelry girl
Sincere kissing and toasting love in the moonlight
Vulnerable romantic and ocean necklace

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Dec 2014
Falls with the radiance of jewels
Upon the eyes
The satin of sparks
And I worship with **** breathing
A soft devotion like this can distance the heart
But one’s beauty is one’s happiness and excitement
An excitement competing with the world
A world where few things dazzle us
And inspire us to push our appetites into
The velvet arms of dawn
Matthew Goff Sep 2016
Feelin such a way
I could pull dynamite out of my heart
Explode the day with kisses
Kiss crash against our stone philosophies
Matthew Goff Nov 2014
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff Jun 2015
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff Jul 2016
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff Nov 2017
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Dec 2015
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff May 2016
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff Jan 2015
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff Poetry
http://mgpoetry1.weebly.com/
Matthew Goff Dec 2014
We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking away on tiptoe
From an empire of lawful soil

Watchful of flood signals
We will wait for a jealous wasp
To peel back the detonators
For springboard demolitions
Fancied on limp petals

While soldiers of nectar’s plight
Talk over plans with bees
We see an enemy of discreet magnitude
Inside us, a showering of infernal degrees
Our hearts soaked in criminal teas
Matthew Goff Jan 2016
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
Matthew Goff Aug 2016
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
Matthew Goff Oct 2017
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time

© Matthew Goff
Matthew Goff Mar 2016
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
Matthew Goff Dec 2014
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
Matthew Goff Poetry:
http://mgpoetry1.weebly.com/
Matthew Goff Oct 2015
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
Matthew Goff Jul 2015
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
The Poetry of Matthew Goff
Amazon
Matthew Goff Mar 2015
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
The Poetry of Matthew Goff
Amazon
Matthew Goff Nov 2015
Fierce whips of love light
Dance in front of my eyes
Opera of our souls
Slow majesty curtain of the ******
Can never bleed and stain our pure hearts

We approach people admiring sunsets
Ignorant of their beings
We love them like statues moving
Slow, physical, vivid bodies

What am I?
But a wounded storm
Slow, cold winds of apathy
Yet, I boast in having the heart of an eagle
Running through America’s screaming woods of our time
Matthew Goff Apr 2016
For me such a rare prize it is
To inhale pure night
With warm sweet winds
And then nocturnal bliss is his!
Matthew Goff Oct 2017
Free adolescent fires running through an amusement park. She’s kissing chaos against the winds of adulthood. Victory of youth, tragedy and strange dreams. A reckless carnival life of misunderstood love. Lighting fireworks of youth’s future.

© Matthew Goff
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