ethereality » the stage

the glass.

Matt — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 23:42:18 +0000

The vessel of love -

My emptied pockets are not

Enough to fill half.

in retrospect.

Matt — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 13:15:22 +0000

Don’t look back.

Don’t see the bodies lined up; piled up behind your constantly marching soles.

Don’t ask the question “what if?” and

Don’t regret the path on which you stroll.

Don’t look back.

Don’t turn inwards and think of the Chaos you have caused.

Don’t wonder.

Don’t hesitate.

Onwards and upwards.

To hell.

electric.

Matt — Wed, 25 May 2011 11:00:43 +0000

Circular paths loop the skies above and
the earth below -
a track that starts and ends in the beating cage.
Crimson lines connecting you to me;
delicately threaded through the eyes of the world.
Every pulse,
beat,
throb,
transcends through the spaces
in a network of electric Love.

Nightingale.

Matt — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 21:00:02 +0000

Steps echo through the corridors
of cold linoleum,
lined with bodies
and wet with the blood
of the hopeless and the hopeful.

Light shines from her lantern
of hot petroleum,
as she wanders
from bed to bed of
the writhing, dead and the dying.

Her fingers reach outwards -
spindly and weathered,
yet so graceful
when she touches the
sweating heads and blistered skin.

And in that single stroke;
that one smallest caress,
the pain is gone
and their world goes black
as they fall into deathly peace.

She is no heroine -
no saviour of souls.
She is the end
of humanity,
and time in the world of living.

She is the cloaked reaper.
She is Death.

a Fool’s lament.

Matt — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 19:28:48 +0000

“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” ~ Luke 23;34

“It is human to err;

to do the unwise and tread upon glass.

It is stupid to care;

to look for a path and walk with light feet.

It is courage to charge;

to take the bull’s horns and throw morals to wind.

It is valour to stand;

to do what one wants and say ‘fuck’ to the rest.”

said the Fool.

smoke circles.

Matt — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 21:07:30 +0000

Breathe in and feel the rush
of smoky heat, laced with sweet
sweet poison.

Breathe out and chase the white
and grey of smoke, dancing slow
slow circles.

Breathe in and see the stars
of blissful space, calming your
pounding heart.

Breathe out and smell the ash
and cindered Life, resting in
your fingers.

Breathe in and then breathe out,
breathe in and breathe out again -
breathe it all.

Breathe it.

Live by it.

Die with it.

the chase.

Matt — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:43:15 +0000

Run, Rabbit, Run.

And the Farmer will too -

gun locked and loaded.

Run, Rabbit, Run.

And your Heart will flutter -

mind pumped and ready.

Run, Rabbit, Run.

And the Race will go on -

feet nimble and agile.

Run, Rabbit, Run.

Or all will be lost -

no butterflies in your stomach;
no pretty lures and baits;
no attention;
no sight of the end (the beginning).

Run, Rabbit, Run.

Let the Chase begin.

Toby’s lullaby.

Matt — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 02:05:52 +0000

sleep, and rest those tiresome eyes.
lest they see through more of these lies -
that covet you and keep you under;
that build you up and then tear you asunder.

this is not the life you wish to see,
and he is not the world you want him to be.
so sleep and fall into loving dreams,
where everything and anything is just as it seems.

this love will have no borders nor gates -
save them for the checkpoints and war torn states.
it will conquer and it will overcome,
as long as you to this lullaby, succumb.

the nexus.

Matt — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:10:27 +0000

~ Love knows no Death and has no limits. ~
~ Love has no boundaries – not time; not space. ~
~ Love is eternal. ~

they linger -
their hands still caressing;
their breath still warming
on the nape of your neck.

they whisper -
gentle words still soothing;
soft songs still echo
at the back of your mind.

they wander -
their presence still lasting;
footsteps still sounding
in the hallways outside.

love from afar.

Matt — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 01:56:12 +0000

take me to the sea,

where the air is warm

and the sun gleams above.

take me to the coast,

where the gulls sing

and he awaits

- my love.