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by the time i sleep, i hope i'll never wake

for my mind, my heart, not a day more they can take

and beyond all comprehension, for all of life's sake

i rest my case, for all worst, i can hardly do my best

the time has come to pusue a long, deep rest

my sanity, my faith, my struggle... to fragments they shall break!

 

the essence of life, as far as i've been told

has many suprises just waiting to unfold

but alas, all has inevitably turned demented and cold

i know that, after all, i've never been at ease

it was dead wrong to treat life beyond what it really is

with all these twists and turns, same kindness, same bliss

losing a piece of yourself could mean losing everything you hold

 

if i should cross the threshold between reality and unreality

i shall seal my fate (for all i care) in behest of eternity

taking the toll and punishment of severity

beyond the horizon, i no longer see light

for the darkness had swallowed it, oh, what an awful plight

life itself has lost its purpose, in the pangs of insincerity

 

            
 

 

 

     

Farewell to Poetry

 Vulnerability is the epitome of my individuality

Creeping into my senses like the thief that it is

Its stealth leaves me in greater helplessness

The complexity of breaking free is strange to me

Poetry is the parity of my vulnerability

It tames the wild spirit that exists in me

So I bid thee farewell

Farewell to poetry, who showed me the path

That my intolerance to the verse is not an offense

Rather the liberation of my facility to converse

Dismiss the terror of my incapacity to the verse

I digress, and I move on

I look upon my poetry as a lesson, not a yoke

So I bid thee, farewell to poetry

 

 

Wishful Thinking

 

I wished for life

            I wished for love

I wished for everything

            I wished for you

                        What I got is something else.

 

I wished for life

            What I got is bleakness

            and nothing in between

I wished for love

            What I got is lust… infatuation

            is even an abomination

I wished for everything

            What I got isn’t everything…

            but not exactly nothing

I wished for you

            Just you

                        Only you.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Heart Within


A restless heart lives within me
      yearning and wanting to break free
      to independently do anything
      it wishes and desires everything

A lonely heart lives within me
      suffering the pangs of emptiness

      weeping inside though no one can hear

      wanting the attention no one can give

A helpless heart lives within me
      drained of the power to control
      wrapped in the bonds of unfulfilled destiny
      strength is lost in the shadows

A n angry heart lives within me
      consumed by rage and loathing
      despising the lowlifes yet loving them
      fueled by its own idiosyncrasies

A forlorn heart lives within me
      nothing else is left but sadness
      residue of the pain and suffering
      nothing left but a broken spirit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Page 2 of Matet's Poems

Bones from the Graveyard ™© J.R. Perez 2000

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