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Matthew Eli Cogley

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All This Time

by

Matthew Eli Cogley

Ah, the memories
a young man, acting like a boy,trying to be so strong.
talking the talk , walking the same, but not moving quite real.
the truth eyes always do reveal.
so, no contact made. internal, external, eternal.
eyes or hands, heart or mind, one can't break what one can't bind.
you can't break what is broken, but you can indeed shatter the fragments.
you can take what you find worthwhile, but to even the owner
i'm sure it is of the slightest value.
DAMN YOU!
Damn you and your ways!
Damn each ecliptic day!
Damn you, for breaking the chain and running away!
Damn You for being me, might be what the lips say.
How long?
How long is the road of pain?
How long have the tears sang? Pouring so quickly,like a fall from a cave, like a thirst in a storm,
like a birth of still-born. like fear stricken shame.

HOW LONG???

Ahh,
the memories.
the stories
the glories and fails.
on the sea of life the winds of time blow forth the pride torn sails.
there used to be a shelter from truth.
i believe it was a cave, of berry-black hue, with the dweller, so blue.
whose light, was just a spark from a snow fringed coal,
whose warmth the stone walls stole.
Can't tell if resident is man or mole,
life or death,gasp or breath,unattentive or deaf.
maybe blind at best.
What a shame.
what a shame to see the realistic horror of truth.
to know that for every wildflower in bloom,
too many are looked upon as weeds.
no time for needs
no aid for bleeds.
no nurishment for seeds.
no thoughts , or looks.
just tainted hooks.
just tainted minds,
lust painted vines climbing and clinging to the fortunate host who gets the blessing
of having its very soul intruded upon.
confusion grows strong.
the truth, some prolong.
precious moments, now gone.
life goes on.

Untitled

by

Matthew Eli Cogley

yes

there is love

here is pain

confusion push forth the silence

i know

i'll never be the same