5d
After the tarnish
Undone in scatter
A mired filth
As tame nill quilt
Sonnets Before Surrender & The Building That Follows
The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead
Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot
Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect
Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny
Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry
Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless
Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come
Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe
Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late
Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend
And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust
He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows
Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave
In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene
Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies
Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal
Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet
Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon
I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish
They found me in French
Narcissus and tessellations
Her morning spent
In passions saint
Spilled buffoon
Mothered by noon
In stilled consequence
We arrived
Having been found
In upside down
Houred plaster
Confined in measure
Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage
Tibet
A tid bit of distance from your remains.
Startled doors and war on floors.
Later eaves repair
After the tarnish
Undone in scatter
A mired filth
As tame nill quilt
Nirvana
Zazen
So I have caused no inheritance
I am suffering
As wisdom requests?
I am without a changed mind.
Having a buddhahood in a time
Is another rising mourning
Of another's regrets
To correct the objective
Zazen is popular excuse
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
You attempted reading and writing for
Yourself
kevin 2h
Grounds Resentful
In time of myself
I am bound
To forget another
Stroke of genius
Unfinished
Mute response
Only hear
Home
Body
Grounds Resentful
To no
I approach
Hotly canvased increase
In despair
Joining
Lengthening the visit and
Friendly visit
Stilling the leaf
Exchange of ends
I the faltered respite
Atop a seasons young time
It, blind, endless spent rent of air
Below on end
I begin
In the sarcophagus of wasted treasure
It had wisdom and ran inwards
Leaf I became as rescued need
Spindles rot in emptied locks
Bitten butter custards letters
This first piece is honest
“Its just the wild wests
We live through ‘em
And we let our love
go out
And find another reason
To bother us
In the evening”
“See how the trees turn away?
And the streams hide?
How that teaches us to cover
Up during different times of
The year?”
“Well it does that so we,
Don’t get caught out in the hunt
Crawling up the side of a wrong
Angle on a hill competing
For scents when we have
Provisions at home”
“Might get caught by a large
Guardian of a den your
Not supposed to bother”
“Homes a nice thing to talk about
Aint it kid?”
“Guess so”
“Guessing is good, lotta guessing growing
Up out in the wild”
“Hang your coat up”
“Its a delicate job balancing a house”
A lot of work for a rough spell
Provision like this one you are”
“I got some extra portions to get
Us going and in a few days i’m
Taking us out to work the land
And add a couple rows to the aisles
For you”
“You feel up to that?”
“I don’t know”
“That’s fine, we in no hurry out here."
The second is poetic inference
An expression of remorse
Keeping sane during times degradation of Civility as finance wars upon modesty
To a Park
A country is carved
Out of wild ideas
Beyond a dream
In reasons unclear
Without hands held high
Only a strings chance
Of getting bye
A gift from songs
In living, holding ponds
Such company was kept
And let out and down
Our houses
Setting scenes
Encouraged and dreamed
Envelopes and locales
Terrific and trashed
A trial in errors, emptying time
Movements silent, brief and divine
A departure of history
Taking in with family
A surge in pride
Gentle homes held at night
Sasha, hope this works
Undone in scatter
A mired filth
As tame nill quilt
Sonnets Before Surrender & The Building That Follows
The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead
Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot
Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect
Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny
Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry
Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless
Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come
Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe
Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late
Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend
And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust
He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows
Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave
In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene
Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies
Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal
Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet
Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon
I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish
They found me in French
Narcissus and tessellations
Her morning spent
In passions saint
Spilled buffoon
Mothered by noon
In stilled consequence
We arrived
Having been found
In upside down
Houred plaster
Confined in measure
Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage
Tibet
A tid bit of distance from your remains.
Startled doors and war on floors.
Later eaves repair
After the tarnish
Undone in scatter
A mired filth
As tame nill quilt
Nirvana
Zazen
So I have caused no inheritance
I am suffering
As wisdom requests?
I am without a changed mind.
Having a buddhahood in a time
Is another rising mourning
Of another's regrets
To correct the objective
Zazen is popular excuse
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
You attempted reading and writing for
Yourself
kevin 2h
Grounds Resentful
In time of myself
I am bound
To forget another
Stroke of genius
Unfinished
Mute response
Only hear
Home
Body
Grounds Resentful
To no
I approach
Hotly canvased increase
In despair
Joining
Lengthening the visit and
Friendly visit
Stilling the leaf
Exchange of ends
I the faltered respite
Atop a seasons young time
It, blind, endless spent rent of air
Below on end
I begin
In the sarcophagus of wasted treasure
It had wisdom and ran inwards
Leaf I became as rescued need
Spindles rot in emptied locks
Bitten butter custards letters
This first piece is honest
“Its just the wild wests
We live through ‘em
And we let our love
go out
And find another reason
To bother us
In the evening”
“See how the trees turn away?
And the streams hide?
How that teaches us to cover
Up during different times of
The year?”
“Well it does that so we,
Don’t get caught out in the hunt
Crawling up the side of a wrong
Angle on a hill competing
For scents when we have
Provisions at home”
“Might get caught by a large
Guardian of a den your
Not supposed to bother”
“Homes a nice thing to talk about
Aint it kid?”
“Guess so”
“Guessing is good, lotta guessing growing
Up out in the wild”
“Hang your coat up”
“Its a delicate job balancing a house”
A lot of work for a rough spell
Provision like this one you are”
“I got some extra portions to get
Us going and in a few days i’m
Taking us out to work the land
And add a couple rows to the aisles
For you”
“You feel up to that?”
“I don’t know”
“That’s fine, we in no hurry out here."
The second is poetic inference
An expression of remorse
Keeping sane during times degradation of Civility as finance wars upon modesty
To a Park
A country is carved
Out of wild ideas
Beyond a dream
In reasons unclear
Without hands held high
Only a strings chance
Of getting bye
A gift from songs
In living, holding ponds
Such company was kept
And let out and down
Our houses
Setting scenes
Encouraged and dreamed
Envelopes and locales
Terrific and trashed
A trial in errors, emptying time
Movements silent, brief and divine
A departure of history
Taking in with family
A surge in pride
Gentle homes held at night
Sasha, hope this works
For Rupi as Kendall
