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Jan 2019 · 383
In the Middle
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Demurring dreams
In solitude,
A feeling came.
It came too soon,
Concomitant
With feeling due.

Annex the black
To white to blue,
Diaphanous,
And dormant truths.
Convivial
To ones "forsooth".
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Jan 2019 · 170
Self Dialogue
Matt Sol Jan 2019
How could this mean anything
Whats more to me than what I can say
Its more to me when im alone
Till the unknown loses focus...……..
Jan 2019 · 545
The Masquerade
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Of splintered miles    
and distant plumes      
of prayers left idle        
down mossy smith      
To look back on the
lies of my kin...

A defiled fender
and dissonance
a street light flickers
down mossy smith

The masquerade
Mossy smith is a road I used to live off of and its a rite of passage I never took when running away from home
Jan 2019 · 1.6k
Shading Skies
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A second sun
peaks and flutters
in the color-dust
of virga
refracting light
of false idols
shading skies to
new horizons.

See ya later
with a question            (x2).
I forgot how
to say goodbye,

A second sun
peaks and flutters
in the color-dust
of virga
as thunder rolls
down a stale sky
into the fray
of a twilight.

See ya later
with a question.             (x2)
I forgot how
to say goodbye.

A second sun
peaks and flutters
in the color-dust
of virga
refracting light
of false idols
shading skies to
new horizons.
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Heres a fun puzzle for those who like writing lyrics or like adding layers to yoru poetry.... all musicians do this... Example.. Use the song Another Brick in The Wall by pink Floyd as a starting point... We don't need NO(Nyctophobia) education, we don't need no thought control (photo, tvs), no dark sarcasm in the classroom (catoptro, [cain and abel, the domestication of cats and dogs, hunter gatherers, farming), teacher leave those kids ALONe(ankylo… Lust Envy Greed)…. and align pairs or triplets of heavier phobias with pairs of more subconscious fears, like light (or waking up and the psychology behind that){random example, nycto, mono, auto, photo catoptro} and align each group of 5 with one of the 7 deadly sins (its 8, hubris and vein glory are split into their own group, its a trick) and get secret messages from them such as (A-gate) etc or from anagrams within each set of 5 till you learn what influences each of the 7 deadly sins.. like hubris is partially a creation of limit testing... envy is a product of identifications and dissociations (vein glory is split into one of its own because its origin is your ******* stage or when you realize your ***)…. or you can do it to Come Together by the Beatles and align the groups together to get messages from your 5 stages of your libido.... Oral, ****, *******, Latent, and Genital as well as aligning them with the 4 levels of dreams..... Condensation, Displacement, Visualization, and Symbolism and look for secret messages.... then after you get messages or instructions with the the anagrams on each level look for directions to draw and use the letters to create images, some of them are interesting
Its important because alienating identifications are what constitute your ego :)… BTW for another brick in the wall start out with Nycto at the top then Photo Then Catoptro then Ankylo (just immobility) and layer them with the 7 deadly sins... then alter afterwards once you get a hang of it.... BTW this is what Shakespeare does, youll see once you do it how it starts to tell a story and how it parallels his plays
Jan 2019 · 168
If You Must
Matt Sol Jan 2019
So juxtaposed,
I feel, I feel
Concomitant
On a fulcrum
In a stasis
At the nadir
And the return
And I demur
I posted this for people who wanna learn how to literally add images to their poetry as an example..... bend a triangle (or a fulcrum)into  a bird going the horizon or a M___ (on top of each other.. like a sideways B, but not exactly touching... then layer it with a couple more M's/B's (vertically)... then layer the sides with C's or with a referse C touching so its layered like someones adbdomen… then pay attencction to the lyrics and how they sculpted the image or the way the image builds onto itself and find directions for the next letters you put on to it... youll get an image... this ones the album in utero by nirvana (a play on words, each line pertaining to a track until it repeats itself) and the song get born again by alice in chains... it comes from a common sequence found in movie scenes, I think referencing to be or not to be..... if your interested I figure thatll get you started so you can learn bow to do it too!!!!….. also if you wanna get messages from the message do so as such... Virtue! A Fig. Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.  VI"r"TUe… TurVie… TIE... a figment... T is I(O-eye) N Ourselves... TurSelves.. TELVES... TH a TW e... TWE... TIE TELVES and TWE..... TWELVE SAT HUSH UR RARE....(the last supper and da vincis Vitruvian man as well, I think)
Jan 2019 · 160
Cozened
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A cozened rose
perforated
into bloodlines
nights ive painted.
Cold and distant,
in the frail light,
broken words to
my folded eyes.
Strikingly pale
to the sentence
that I bear down
in my wishes.
I thought I would add this again to give people ideas...  theres a Secret message... Lines 5 and 9 give a message, as well as 6 and 10, 7 and 11, and 8 and 12...  its a rose blooming, or a spiral.... the Fibonacci sequence.... I got lucky and found this message ENUFF ENDS C(I)A(T)M(Y)E  I(L)N(I)(E0 2(S) **** OUT-NEGATIVE ENTROPY… CITY LIES IN Amherst N(I=o)O(Y=V)A.... NOVA SCOTIA... its the treasure map to the curse of oak island on this discovery channel as well as the poem that inspired the da vinci code.... it comes from a code I found in Shakespeare.... If you add little secret structures lke rose blooms somebody elses has written it before decoded it to a point where if you follow the fragmented messages they'll paint a picture with the letters …. this ones picture is the knicghts templar, if I could post a picture of it I would and if you want I can message it to you if you message me on facebook…..(BTW its the shakepseare code written with the story line of Romeo and Juliet)…. also, ig you've seen the show the letter W is 2 upside down 7;s meaning the two E's are reflected on each other, just like the layers in the money pit
Jan 2019 · 97
"How Hollow You Are"
Matt Sol Jan 2019
You make me feel,
how hollow you are...
how hollow you are...

You make me real,
how hollow you are...
how hollow you are...

You make me feel, and still
the world as it is
the world as it is...

Has come to this...

Disillusion!
Lyrics I wrote for fun, open for many interpretations
Jan 2019 · 968
"Assimilation"
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Lost in Assimilation...
Propping me up
And down with the victim
Lost in Assimilation....
Detach the guilt
And lead from the symptoms
Lost in Assimilation....
Lyrics... Reading  a D-HEC sign in a restaurant (OtHello)
Jan 2019 · 356
Untitled
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Only you can know my shame
Measured by what can be stolen
Make this pain eternal
As my hurt must go unnoticed.
Skeleton Key for each line.... IAGO from Shakepeares Othllo… "I"dentity "A"cceptance "G"od…. Identify Acceptance through the Group Collective. Identify Anarachy GO-----> (existential anarchy)…. Artificial Intelligence POV, alienating identifications
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Jan 2019 · 62
Serenity
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A soft sentence
between the pines
and dredging vines
under a maelstrom
of moonlight.

Casted stones leave
their footprint and
fall in the wake,
fall in the wake,
fall in the wake.

longing to reach
the outer bank
and sink among
the memory.

Serenity
Serenity

All this pain is
an illusion.

Serenity
Serenity

All this pain is
an illusion.


(repeat)
Lyrics ive written encoded with Binary Code or a Bacon CIpher…. key word SET
Jan 2019 · 296
Lost In the Waves
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Pieces of me
lie mistaken,
disassociate,
as I'm breaking.
Identify.
Its come to life.
Its come to life.
Where i once died.

The anchor ran
a passerby
to dead letters
and two young eyes
condensation
a bloom in pause
effervescent
to a just god.

The anchor ran
a passerby
to dead letters
and two young eyes
condensation
a bloom in pause
effervescent
to a just god.

And the system
is forgetting
and forgotten
as the cost is.

And the system
is forgetting
and forgotten
as the cost is.
This is about the Da Vinci Code which is from Shakespeare.  Its ancient scuba divers in animal skin air bubbles driving bolts into the hull of a ship and sinking it with a hidden anchor.... (pulling letters)
Jan 2019 · 716
The Masquerade
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Of splintered miles
and distant plumes
of prayers left idle
down mossy smith
To look back on the
lies of my kin...

A defiled fender
and dissonance
a street light flickers
down mossy smith
Jan 2019 · 554
Untitled
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Closed and opened
Enter, Exit
The yesterdays
Of fluorescents
Passing headlights
Advertisements
To a stranger
(Flash and heading)

Conscious flutter
While time doubles
Jan 2019 · 766
Untitled
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A cozened rose
perforated
into bloodlines
nights ive painted.
Cold and distant
in the frail light
broken words to
my folded eyes.
Strikingly pale
to the sentence
that I bear down
in my wishes.
Jan 2019 · 163
Untitled
Matt Sol Jan 2019
I got, I got the time
Hanging over my head.
Random lefts and rights,
Im gone, im going nowhere.
Stop signs and no ways
Filled with lead like a moonscape.
From the live wire
Into the great escape.
Jan 2019 · 466
Aurora Borealis
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Im lying on promises
Built upon some lie
I know you can taste me
I swear im not lifeless
The concrete still aches me
The wind moves my shadows
And im still waiting for you...

You... Lost in a silhouette
You... Lost in a cigarette
Jan 2019 · 440
Serenity
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A soft sentence
between the pines
and dredging vines
under a maelstrom
of moonlight.

Casted stones leave
their footprint and
fall in the wake,
fall in the wake,
fall in the wake.

Longing to reach
the outer bank.
And sink among
the memory.

With no movement
Till no movement
all this pain is
an illusion.

Serenity
Jan 2019 · 130
Ones Reflection
Matt Sol Jan 2019
One is centered
Two is opened
Three is third eye
Four is focus
Five its written
and I splinter...

All the truths that
I've forsaken.

One's reflection
One's reflection
Matthew 11:28  come to me, all who are wearY, and "I" will give yoU rest, for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light....
Jan 2019 · 97
Untitled
Matt Sol Jan 2019
All the miles
calling me home,
home with the sum
of my regrets.
Before the few,
before the few,
broke on the name
I cant forget.
Jan 2019 · 715
Untitled
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Only you can know my shame,
measured by what can be stolen,
make this pain eternal,
as my hurt must go unnoticed
Skeleton key = IAGO from Shakepseares Othello... "I"dentity "A"cceptance "G"od… Identify Acceptance through the group collective, Identify Anarchy GO----->(existential)
Jan 2019 · 136
In Shades of Black
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Into the grain
cicada psalms
through white linen
a halos drawn
poplars whistling
in strides of fog
in shades of black
and i am gone
Jan 2019 · 861
Money
Matt Sol Jan 2019
He hides one face
till there are two
then placed the lie
between two truths.

I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.

I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.

So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.

So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.

I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.
Jan 2019 · 294
Buried
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A broken pendant
shallow in
the morning snow.
As it pales with
the touch of dawn,
the white dove flies
from mountaintops
as they cascade,
and they cascade.
Jan 2019 · 247
The Obvious Escape
Matt Sol Jan 2019
The obfuscate
I find chagrin,
and here we go
around again.
The obfuscate
I find chagrin,
and here to bring
me down again.

Undulating.
Undulating.

Through the echoes,
left for wayward,
lost and scattered
in hereafter.

Undulating.
Undulating.
Jan 2019 · 1.3k
As Beauty Lies
Matt Sol Jan 2019
A pass between
the ceiling stints,
ivy sinews,
and unhinged bricks.
The broken glass
still shifts and cracks
in narrow steps
of a time passed.

Streams of oil,
weaving between,
to a seamless,
tar and fissure,
smoke clouds pummel,
passing stranger,
surging street lights,
to the waves of.

On the edge of
the coming rain,
consignment times
as beauty lies.
Murals, Surrealism
Jan 2019 · 1.4k
As Shadows Stray
Matt Sol Jan 2019
The clouds striate      
and stratify
into the gray.
In the divide
a candle bloom
consumes the night
as shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
to coalesce
and incarnate.
As shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
like travelers
of the arcane.

And thunder rolls
down a stale sky
into the fray
of a twilight.
A candle bloom
consumes the night
as shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
to coalesce
and incarnate.
As shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
like travelers
of the arcane.
Jan 2019 · 181
Volatile
Matt Sol Jan 2019
In the current and shifting shapes
that crystallize in cresting waves
to crash beneath dissolving dreams
like a cold conduit to sleep
to hold a candle to the flame
and nothingness it palliates
Jan 2019 · 700
Descending
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Had I been there
never lately
everything is
ever changing
everything is
over rated
a unique sense
of desperation
nothing less could
satiate this
nothing less could
alleviate us
Jan 2019 · 785
Ethereal
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Cascading fog
and shafts of light,
columns of ash,
a rolling blue,
a million miles
and more of you.

A somber sky
and primrose peaks
eclipse and spell
to new degrees
as shadows settle
in the earth
like sediment
before the surge.

Ethereal
Greece, Philosophy, sense of 'I'dentity
Jan 2019 · 184
Souls
Matt Sol Jan 2019
The fog rises
and i suspend.
I see myself
from overhead.
Will you endlessly
await?
I'll wander back
to you someday.
Its a never
ending trial.
Its another
wheel of fire.
Jan 2019 · 752
A Pentagram
Matt Sol Jan 2019
so juxtaposed
I feel, I feel
concomitant
on a fulcrum
in a stasis
at the nadir
and the return
and I demur
A play on words, Pure lyrical content, good joo joo

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