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Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
I open my eyes and I lay exactly where I would expect
my mind is calm but nothing crosses the river
my bedroom looks the same as it has
but there is a green hue, and the sky outside is purple
I wish to investigate, but my feet won't cooperate
Led blocks carry me to the window and icicles draw back curtains
the royal colors shine over the town
like a wounded animal crawling into a cave to die

On my desk is a mass
frozen fingers set it atop my head
and only wondrous noises pierce my ears
but there is no sound for them to recieve
Crawling outside, everyone is still
Their masks unmoved, they wait for eternity

and I believe this is a dream but how to know?
its not like I can step outside the outside
but whats behind that?
I stare into the black hole, nothing shows through
and I have finally found god
but before I rejoice, the masks stare at me
still, but moving in calamity it all starts to ring true
and then I see
and use my eyes to realize real lies
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
A raven knows all
Silent watcher, it speaks low
for eons onward
  Oct 2015 Matthew Rousseau
Haley C B
Gypsy died on a date unknown.
We found her surrounded by moldy food, in her apartment, alone.

My grandmother who prayed for Jesus to be in my heart,
Lay lifeless on the couch,
falling apart.

Dad was in rehab and we gave him a call
Sitting In the hallway up against the wall.

He answered and said, "I'm doing so good! Never been better, like I knew I would!"

The news of his mothers death, with him being so far away,
Caused him to drop the phone and start screaming in pain.
"Oh god, no this can't be true"
He wasn't even there to pay his dues.

I Flipped through Polaroids she kept in a box,
Surrounded by people, all worried and lost.

Gypsy and I would play in the backyard,
She had red hair and a golden heart.

We filled endless bags with her crosses and bibles,
All smoking cigarettes and talking for a while.

They took her away in a hearse,
As I rummaged through all the junk in her purse,
Letters and donations to be sent out to churches,
all left without stamps, empty and worthless.

I called her gypsy because she was as free as the wind,
The crazy make-up lady who would laugh to no end.

Nobody wanted answers as to why she died,
She was laid to rest on Christmas Eve, the closest to Jesus she'd ever been in her life.

I hope now gypsy is finally alright.
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
Move on, I must go
look back, nothing is waiting,
I'm stuck still like stone
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
"Once again I can visit you old friend.
What may I ask today, no more waiting, no delay.
My hands tremble as I hold this book.
Waiting for you, I need to look.
My destiny is a sham in the eye's of reality.
Now talk, before I bring myself to tragedy"

"What is it you need to know?
Time is not on my side, and like winds and birds I'll glide.
Be wary, a question to me is a dangerous game
The things I could say would drive you insane
Be careful, don't break stride, it will break if you tell lies,
And I will be gone, now that's a shanty strategy"

"You have the information I want, we both know
As you've been here before, I'm not daft
Now when I ask I need you to speak nice and slow
For I am young, still novice in craft
There's a billion ways I could ask this sort of thing
All I want to know is what the future will bring."

"There is no way to say this easy to someone as dear as you.
If you cannot change your ways much of your life is through
There are thrills in the years to come, and obstacles you must overcome
New faces to meet and new things that won't be undone
But the one thing you need to understand about life
All your days, from flowers to knife, you must not live in strife"

'That tells me nothing, my woes are stirred
my anger flashing, my memories a blur
I will fight you in years to come
and we will see what can't be undone
Like a bird I will fly far on
and then I'll smile when you're gone"

"Oh child you know nothing of life,
I have seen it all that you may live,
You're a fly, and I take this light,
you bide my time, my journey is long,
Now goodbye, a glimpse of the past,
You've taught me life goes too fast"
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
Cycles spin and twist about,
but nothing drowns out the awful shout,
without God's help all that's left is just doubt,
lingers ahead, only to sprout,
drown the cycles, empty the spout,
You know that you're dead, there isn't any way out
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