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I use to love coloring the playroom maroon, fire

copper, rust, wine, burgundy, scarlet, your harlot….

I was open, and you fed me with a spoon, tasted myself,

never learned my lesson….

I became absent, distracted…i was always the sensitive

one, nothing special about me…

I liked being hidden, but you brought out

another side in me….

I could never follow through in life…ready

to give up, sip the cup…..

No one could teach me, i had to learn by

myself…so i looked in the mirror

for answers….

In this life i was never really suppose to

enjoy pleasure, even when you were deep

inside me, or when your mouth was soaking

up my pussy, and i finally gave in….it was never


I thought pain would piece me together, and i pretended

it would, smiles that dazzled, kisses that saved me from


Laying in silence as breathing seemed tortured, demeaning,

while you slept, and i wept..this would be the last night….

I was too twisted to ever be loved and no one would

ever understand my laughs, or i could just be high

on life….

No sir, and so now, you will be apart of the playroom

forever…in bits and pieces……


Well, another year has almost gone by…it seems like after my birthday which is in October, the holidays are right here whether we are ready or not. Here Thanksgiving is upon us, and here I am feeling so blessed and thankful in my life. I have a wonderful family, friends, church family, have a job, am able to pamper myself when I can, and SO thankful of the many blessings my life has.

It’s like I am acknowledging to a higher power that I have been “stilled” enough to notice the universe and I have been beating to the same pulse, and my life is aligned on the right path, and for that I am giving gratitude.



My life and surroundings is not perfect by all means, as we all know life hands us some tough crap at times, but in in these times of contentment, we truly see the simple things in life as beautiful halos.



The three most thankful things are that my relationship with my grandfather has gotten so much better, someone who I look upon as a father figure, and secondly, my relationship with my sister has been stronger than it has been in years, and we are like best friends, and lastly, a angel has come into my life that has completely changed my life, to help me see that magic is around every corner and that there are many who work behind the scenes so to speak who watch and protect us. I am thankful for my silliness, my depth and just to be plain weird, just being happy with who I am. So, this Thanksgiving, be thankful in the moment, surrounded by love and laughter, and just for a time, let time stand still to see some of that magic….


 From me to you, have a blessed


This Mortal Flesh

I write because I must

There can be no denial of this anymore

I am all things to all people

An empath that feels your pain

and puts it into word

gives it form…

I am cast aside on the home front

a prophet with no honor in his own land

But my words can reach you

teach you–save you

If even at the cost of myself…

I break for you

I lay my soul before you

Bleed the dying darkness for you

Without a thought for myself

This is the truest love

To bear all

To ease the pains of a stranger

To trade my life for yours

I could give you no greater honor…

These words are true

From the recesses of my spirit

I, like my master before me

Would die that you may live

This life of mystique laden shadow

and masking smiles

Is not for…

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This Mortal Flesh

so fixed
and predictable
I’ve become…

for your love
I broke—
toiled under
unrelenting suns…

but my tired sky’s
mysteries have faded…

my dawn no longer
quickens your day
my twilight no longer
kindles your nights…

as daylight’s last breath
grows shallow—fades
it is clear…

my world
is not enough
to restore mystery…

when the desirous heart
yearns to roam
beneath chameleon skies…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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Across the time and space
  A never-ending dance
  A blooming and a trance
  You make me feel my soul 

There’s no more loneliness
  Only sparks and sweat
  There’s no more emptiness
  You make me feel my soul



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Tshombe Sekou

there, I watched silence

a dandelion struggles

with dreams of roses

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This Mortal Flesh

I’ve felt it every now and again
yet it is so hard to describe
maybe it is a true sense of peace?

But this is different for everyone.
Sometimes I feel it when my mind strays…
out of the physical plane
and on to a plateau in the aether
thoughts of crisp autumn breezes
the bright blue skies
effaced on the horizon by changing leaves
oranges, burgundies, gold
and then I feel it—peace
almost like I can just dream myself there

other times I feel it
when my mind escapes into darkness
aloft in the night—again with cool breezes
shimmering stars and planets lighting the sky
the smell of jasmine or lilac

I wish I could bottle up this peace
drink of it forever
maybe this is what heaven is…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh

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What is Love?

How do I answer this question,
if I’ve never been in Love?

Strip down naked.
Awkwardness of nakedness.
I feel so visible, too visible
– naked.

I feel ashamed.
Shameful and shy,
at the same time.

Love has never stopped by,
Love has never shown its face
around me.

How am I supposed to know,
what Love feels like,
what Love looks like,
what Love tastes like,
if I’ve never even met this thing
you call “love”?

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