Short Poems, by J.S.Matthew

I remember back to the days of

Changes in Places and Changes in Faces

from different cages and different races.

Filling the pages of our life.

The tryin' and cryin'

now who is buyin'?

still tryin' to fly-in,

but never got inside.

All the nights of fights

with great high-lights

While flying kites to

climbing hights and trying

to stay cool on summer nights.

I remember...

"If you don't want to be Used, then stop breathing; the trees use you with every breath you take." -JSMatthew

Here to be walked on

Laid down and forgotten

I thought that I knew you

Then all of a sudden

You walked out on me, witch

Now look what you started

Now I am messed up

And down-trodden

Welcome to my dead soul

Nothing but a Black Hole

I can not retrain this

You can not contain us

I can get inside you

Where you wouldn't want me to

Deap inside your brain cells

Way deep inside you

Let me feel you

From the inside,

Let me feel you

On the inside

I'd do anything...

Whatever you need.

I'd go anywhere...

For you.

All those memories

All those nights

All I'm wishing for,

Is you.

If I could change it all

I wouldn't.

But there's some things

I would

I can't take it back now,

But I would if I could

All these changes

Different faces

Turning pages

Changing places

I miss you...

Wish I could hold you

Again.

I try to forget you

But your picture remains

In the wall of my mind's eye.

I can't erase you

Or pull you from my soul

I'm incomplete now

Just a puzzle with missing peices.

Wish I could see you

Or maybe even call.

I really miss you

I feel like I will fall.

There's no way back to you

There's no trace of love.

You can't bring yourself

Down to my level

I don't fit into your circle

I know what it's like to be the outcast

Just a black sheep in a herd of drones

Alienate myself from this world

Prepared to be alone.

I looked into the window

And saw a figure staring at me

Who could it be?

It was only me.

The whole time he said in his mind

You'll never belong,

It will never be.

I then lost my fear,

For it was only a cat

Pouncing from the sill

Why not just sit here

And let the world move around me

I could melt it all like wax

And bounce back like jello.

Everybody trudges and carries their cross

Like Tolkien said,

"Not all who wander are lost."

I bet if you looked deep enough

Inside you would see those things

You like to hide

And realize that you, too

Are no more than me,

Because we all ate

From the same tree.

Engage-positions

Wait for orders

Move slowly...

Silently...

Lowly...

Bring in the gun-men

Shoot to kill

Nothing to feel

Except that lonely chill.

Deploy...

Deploy...

Time to move in

Seek out your nemisis

Veins are frozen

But still you move.

Your adrenaline pumping

Heart's gonna explode.

You gotta get that bastard

Release your load on him.

Deploy...

Deploy...

Let all your anger out

From times past gone

Closer to the enemy

Your patience worn.

Life flashes by your eyes

The moment is near

You move on instinct

You try not to care.

Deploy...

A Different Perspective

Dear Diary,

For many months I have lived the same dreadful routine. Wake up, eat, role call, and then the "daily duties". Usually these duties are distasteful-but I had no choice; I was owned by the German Army. Anything I am ordered to do must be done. If the order is not met, the rectifying discipline will be even more distasteful. So I listen to my orders, carrying them out, hoping that the end is near.

Daily Duties. I still frown at that phrase. Some of the duties that I was forced to do are truly unspeakable. Months...and months...and Months ofpointless deaths. There is no true reason except for one man's sick desires and personal greed. If he didn't like the colour of your eyes or skin or hair, then you could be killed.

Some of the things that my unit proffered involved stealing of livestock, burning personal property such as houses, barns, and even schools and religious buildings. But the most senseless, inhumane, and non-compassionate duty of all, was the mass executions of innocent people. Families; woman and children, young men and old.

The horror I feel when I hear them screaming as I load my rifle. The screams as the crude metal shards pierce their innocent hearts...theirsouls ; it is unbearable.

Sometimes I would break down and cry-only to be reprimanded by my superiors. We were after all cleansing the earth in the name of God...weren't we?

Not only do I have no control over my actions, I no longer have control over my emotions. These are human beings just like me. I am fed up. I want a change-a revolt...

I am now my own leader. I can no longer watch nor engage in the treatment of these people. Am I more worthy than they are in the eyes of God? Do I not also need to eat, drink, sleep as these people do? Do I not need a friend to talk to when I am alone? Do I not love my mother, my neighbor? Would Jesus have walked over these people to be entertained in my company? I ask these questions to myself and the answers haunt my conscience...

No. I am no better than them. I amworse for I misused power over them on the pretense of a great lie...aMaster Lie.

In fact, my actions lead me to think that I will not see one of these faces in the hell that I am going, but in the crimson reflection I will see the horrified faces and uniforms of my nation's "Finest ". I can take this no longer. I say a prayer at every living moment that the Lord will accept me into His Kingdom.

Now I have come to a decision. I must decide what I am to do as I can no longer carry this burden. I am lesser of these people, not superior. Therefore I have decided to die with them. I must take off my mask-my outer shell which appears to separate me from them, and I shall line up with these people and carry my cross, hopefully, into heaven........

....I am dead now. My spirit has been relieved of the macabre that I incurred in my life. But death is peace for me because I know that I died for the right reasons. I am at peace and all the people around me are grateful of my presence. No more war...No more violence. I shall live now, and forever, in the house of my Father with my brothers and sisters.

The Vower: A Short Poem

While you're up there

I miss you here

I long your kiss

Is it me that you miss?

Our place we share

I will not dare

To disturb the ground

For by love I am bound.

To hold and tell

Fate's deepest well,

And now I state

I'll drink in fate

And full I am

Of you and kin,

My smile falls

Upon my chin.

I can not wait

Until the time,

That you in full,

Attuned as mine.

I share my love,

With you, Devine

In contract with

The great grape-vine.

Contrast, should we

Upon the world

And you're my one,

Perfect girl.

For you I love,

And love, I do

I only wish

To be with you.

My only need is simplicity

Don't need your cars

Don't like your cities

My misery- this place has left me

Un-sacred hallow

Derails my thoughts

The core shall come out

From within

That's what frees you in the end.

I try...

I try and nothing's left behind.

Your evil eye stares through the hourglass

Drop...drop...drop...

See me in the looking glass

Hours pass by

And still I try

To pass them by

And they defy

Since they don't fly

And nothing is left behind...