Sunrises, Sunsets, and Other Inspiration

Prayer for Lucas
Little Lucas, we love you.
You are a binding strength to us.
You remind us about the importance of love.
We want you to breathe in grace and breathe out peace.
Be safe, knowing that the darkness has not overcome the light.

Be
The PULL of simplicity
is a gentle tuG
or a modest tendency.
It never gets in the way of complication's wild array
or AGENCY.
The air of SILENCE
rings PURITY or signals
U N I T Y
or otherwise
underperforms
mindless cacophony.
The BEAT of SUFFICIENY
is a steady humming
UnConfused with the DRuMMinG
of the urges and purges and regurges of Consumption.
There is enough. It is enough. It is.
10-4-2010. dmv

Exhale
Is there a moment in there?
Here now, really.
Where’s the time in which we’re defined?
With every look I want to pierce eternity.
Call it nostalgic, but I call it losing life.
Every firm, firm grip reminds me I’ll be loosed one day;
Every wind brings promise of stillness.
I try to fill my lungs past the point of bursting,
But then they break, the deep exhale, but then they break.
There’s something so comfortable about a coffee mug steaming,
The warmth slowly fading away.
Is there a moment in there?
In here, really.
Or is it all about the slow fade?
dmv 2.17.11

Setting Sun
Setting sun
don't set on me.
There's so much to do, let your shadow shine through all the old in me to renew.
Spiritually dance, setting sun, setting sun
over the wrinkles and pores,
healing the rash and the sores,
calming the jumps of the nerves.
To set us aglow.
Little do we know of your plans -
we only see you moving.
So would that illumination do more in us than pass us by.
Rejoin our world...
...with the sky.

Consequences
Consequences
sit beside me
bleed me dry and dead.
Consequences
make me hungry
stir my soul from bed.
Consequences
have you found me
waterlogged or dry?
There's a warning
from the fateful
now it is their time.
Consequences
there you've set me;
There I've left myself.

Too Soon
There aren’t ways and means
And pillow cases there
There’s a song that doesn’t make me cry
A song that doesn’t make me cry too soon

It’s written in the sky this time
The summer’s fading fast
And, for once, I’m looking forward to the fall

The humidity will speak but
It’s time is in the past
I need the sharpest bite of autumn’s call

Here’s the way I see it –
You went your way and I went mine
But there’s a median between it
And you were first to breach that line

There’s no time
There’s just no time

So I’ll bow my head, upturning tears
There’s no deviation here
The same old me, listening to a song that
October sun won’t play

Listening to a song the
October sun won’t ever play

The tides keep turning to the sea
They know they’re better off away (from me)

You’re too good, and I’m not crying…anymore

You’ll lap my grains of sand away from shore.

Your heart
What about that -
The freckles on the chest from the shimmer on the water that reflects and burns?

What about that -
The warmth of the veins of a throat not my own nestled on top of me (nestled on top of me)?

Could this be just the beginning? Could this be you at the start?

I feel you – it startles, awakens my infancy. I don’t know half of your heart.

Song for spring

Grab me
Take ahold
Don’t let me go

Wasted hours in the semi-shade
Seedlings dropping down

Grab me
Take ahold

This world keeps turning
Take ahold

Her
12.24.12

We have inherited the earth
How she settles under our feet
And exhibits her plumage before us
Our lord and slave

Our heritage is the earth
Every light to reach our eyes, a reflection of her face
The beat of our hearts from the flesh of her beasts
How we tremble to know
The road of our arrival

The rites of the earth
The tasks of our hands
The call of our souls
All the same

She is waiting for us
To bow to her in prayer
To accept her grace

To claim our inheritance

The Us
2.5.13

I love you.
You are now endeared to me in such a way that cannot be easily put into words.

We've gone through the days together in an odd sort of way,
persisting and letting go.

I hesitate to say it,
but it's like we have our own quiet routine
on our own quiet side path
of life.

I run off in one direction,
you stroll down in quite another, but then
we silently return

Sometimes to regain our pace,
sometimes to catch our breath,
sometimes just to see one another
in the periphery.

I love you in a quiet way
on our quiet path.

I often take your hand
as we walk,

Because I love you,
and you are now endeared to me

in  such a way that cannot be easily put into words.

Harden
3.15.14
The world ripping

Searing

It sees me

Turns away

Looks back

Sees through me

And I see through it

Done being started

Cold in an escape I never wanted

Unsure about how this whole bravery thing works anymore

I want just to be held by one pair of arms that the world gave me and took away

So I stare at it

Stare toward it

The veil transparent

Alone and cold

And my God waits for my return

Things Matt Says About Food (2014)
"I can cook, provided you like pasta with any of a number of jarred sauces."
"I enjoy having a lot of cereal bars in the same way squirrels like having a lot of acorns for winter."
"My mom said we have apple dumplings in the freezer..."
"Grilling dinner, because I'm an independent 20 year old."