Submissions by mbass33 (matthew bass)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a Weeds poet first and foremost and will be one till death.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2018 1:23am
18th Jun 2018 1:23am
To Despair Nowhere
I sit on the floor
in the middle
of our apartment
alone
It doesn't feel like home
without you.
It's the simple things I miss:
your kiss, your skin
your deep gaze
our simple meals together
and watching old comedies.
I am still amazed by how much
I Love You.
in the middle
of our apartment
alone
It doesn't feel like home
without you.
It's the simple things I miss:
your kiss, your skin
your deep gaze
our simple meals together
and watching old comedies.
I am still amazed by how much
I Love You.
#love
621 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2017 4:14pm
14th Jan 2017 4:14pm
Journey
When sullen nights obscured the way
to somewhere, you were there:
We slept in empty fields to find warmth.
We walked through ancient towns:
Some just barely alive
others on the verge of death.
While others waiting their turn.
We were together hand-in-hand
beneath the blood moon, in the fifth direction.
When the bones of my feet ached, the will to stand
gone, you were there to gently push me.
When the storm pounded the mountains around us
the rain falling unbroken, you were there:
...
to somewhere, you were there:
We slept in empty fields to find warmth.
We walked through ancient towns:
Some just barely alive
others on the verge of death.
While others waiting their turn.
We were together hand-in-hand
beneath the blood moon, in the fifth direction.
When the bones of my feet ached, the will to stand
gone, you were there to gently push me.
When the storm pounded the mountains around us
the rain falling unbroken, you were there:
...
1015 reads
15 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 3:18pm
4th Nov 2016 3:18pm
November 1
The mountains
The milapas
The hummingbirds
The rain
All fade away...
The rainbows
The flowers
The incense
The candles
All fade away...
The Santos
The drumbeats
The cofradias
The Ancianos
All fade away...
The marimba from the cemetary
slowly fades away...It dies a note at a time.
And the old men And the old women
take off their masks and stop dancing.
The milapas
The hummingbirds
The rain
All fade away...
The rainbows
The flowers
The incense
The candles
All fade away...
The Santos
The drumbeats
The cofradias
The Ancianos
All fade away...
The marimba from the cemetary
slowly fades away...It dies a note at a time.
And the old men And the old women
take off their masks and stop dancing.
806 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
1st Nov 2016 9:48pm
1st Nov 2016 9:48pm
Confession
I do not feel good when you speak
and all I hear are expectations
I could never live up to.
I do not feel good when I speak
and all you hear are words
I don't really believe. Because, if I told you what I really feel
I might lose you forever.
and all I hear are expectations
I could never live up to.
I do not feel good when I speak
and all you hear are words
I don't really believe. Because, if I told you what I really feel
I might lose you forever.
905 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 3:35pm
12th Mar 2016 3:35pm
Remembrance
I see you now as you always are,
your pale ladina skin, your jet black hair,
your smile recognized from another life
unraveled.
You are a vision from an old dream,
as vivid now as it was, many years in the past.
An akashic memory burned in astral light.
I see you now in that dream as you always will be,
as beautiful as you always were.
I dreamed we made love, conceived
on a sacred mountain where the sun and moon
both share the night sky, and the lava flowed beneath us
from within us.
your pale ladina skin, your jet black hair,
your smile recognized from another life
unraveled.
You are a vision from an old dream,
as vivid now as it was, many years in the past.
An akashic memory burned in astral light.
I see you now in that dream as you always will be,
as beautiful as you always were.
I dreamed we made love, conceived
on a sacred mountain where the sun and moon
both share the night sky, and the lava flowed beneath us
from within us.
949 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2016 4:25pm
24th Feb 2016 4:25pm
For The Dandelions
I could be back in Chi-Town
drunk on the red line, but there wasn't much to say
past Monday night, once the poetry was gone.
We both knew this city was never for me.
I came back to you once with nothing
but some bones and a broken heart, and learned
my shoulders weren't big enough
to carry you either.
I was half-way out the moment I stepped back ito your life.
I was always somewhere far away from there
on some moutain the conquistadors forgot about,
dreamin the real realdreams.
It doesn't take much for me to...
drunk on the red line, but there wasn't much to say
past Monday night, once the poetry was gone.
We both knew this city was never for me.
I came back to you once with nothing
but some bones and a broken heart, and learned
my shoulders weren't big enough
to carry you either.
I was half-way out the moment I stepped back ito your life.
I was always somewhere far away from there
on some moutain the conquistadors forgot about,
dreamin the real realdreams.
It doesn't take much for me to...
926 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 4:02pm
15th Feb 2016 4:02pm
To Not Even Be A Ghost
The sun sets
The rain falls
The forest decays,
The sacred words go unspoken.
The fields lay fallow
along the slopes
of an unremembered memory.
First, there is void
then the word
then the whole:
Red Corn to the east-The way of the visionary
Yellow Corn to the west-The way of the healer
White Corn to the south-The way of the teacher
Black Corn to the north-The way of the sacred warrior, then
the world turns upside down across the sky
on the scales of The Crocodile's back
on the river to Xibalba.
...
The rain falls
The forest decays,
The sacred words go unspoken.
The fields lay fallow
along the slopes
of an unremembered memory.
First, there is void
then the word
then the whole:
Red Corn to the east-The way of the visionary
Yellow Corn to the west-The way of the healer
White Corn to the south-The way of the teacher
Black Corn to the north-The way of the sacred warrior, then
the world turns upside down across the sky
on the scales of The Crocodile's back
on the river to Xibalba.
...
931 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2015 4:03pm
9th Nov 2015 4:03pm
At The Intersection Of The Cross
The sun sets
The rain falls
The jungle decays, and cycles begin a new:
Daylight ends where the other world
turns upside down
across the sky.
The stars
(hungry eyes) ride the scales
on the crocodile's back, on the river to Xibalba:
The black water consumes the rain forest,
it floods the foot prints of ancestors: Howling unfed spirit dogs
from a billion-trillion pinpoints of light, piercing illusions
in dense...
The rain falls
The jungle decays, and cycles begin a new:
Daylight ends where the other world
turns upside down
across the sky.
The stars
(hungry eyes) ride the scales
on the crocodile's back, on the river to Xibalba:
The black water consumes the rain forest,
it floods the foot prints of ancestors: Howling unfed spirit dogs
from a billion-trillion pinpoints of light, piercing illusions
in dense...
906 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2015 3:32pm
2nd Nov 2015 3:32pm
Siren
Her lullaby churns, shapes, bends
the folds of time(waves): I follow
under an illusion of change
the night is but infinite shades
of a single hue, brushed together
to give an appearance of order:
In a moment of endless night
in that watery void: I follow
under hypnosis
her call.
the folds of time(waves): I follow
under an illusion of change
the night is but infinite shades
of a single hue, brushed together
to give an appearance of order:
In a moment of endless night
in that watery void: I follow
under hypnosis
her call.
865 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 3:42pm
26th Oct 2015 3:42pm
Discarded On A Beach
The sun sets, the water darkens
the tide(eternal) swallows the shoreline.
The sad eyes of a lover
the look that yells unspoken "Don't go just yet!",
the empty plea for last call
the final drink for the last time.
Attachments(possesions) are grains of sand,
each wave(time) consumes them
inch
by
merciless inch
until all is past.
To whom it may concern:
Do not wait for me
tommorow I will be gone.
The mistress has called,
I have slipped from the fingers
from which...
the tide(eternal) swallows the shoreline.
The sad eyes of a lover
the look that yells unspoken "Don't go just yet!",
the empty plea for last call
the final drink for the last time.
Attachments(possesions) are grains of sand,
each wave(time) consumes them
inch
by
merciless inch
until all is past.
To whom it may concern:
Do not wait for me
tommorow I will be gone.
The mistress has called,
I have slipped from the fingers
from which...
776 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 5:19pm
8th Oct 2015 5:19pm
The Cycles of Life
I.
There, lifeless, waiting at the front door. The way his legs were stiffened and his mouth wide open told me his final moment was unpleasant. When I looked into his eyes what had once been my dog had gone far, far away the moment his heart stopped. What I saw was just a corpse;
what was he was no longer he.
I found him there coming home from work,
after digging out a foundation all day in the same kind of soil his corpse now rests
Petrona saw him last, about to vomit on my bed. She took him outside,
where he would eventually die.
Gaspar and I...
There, lifeless, waiting at the front door. The way his legs were stiffened and his mouth wide open told me his final moment was unpleasant. When I looked into his eyes what had once been my dog had gone far, far away the moment his heart stopped. What I saw was just a corpse;
what was he was no longer he.
I found him there coming home from work,
after digging out a foundation all day in the same kind of soil his corpse now rests
Petrona saw him last, about to vomit on my bed. She took him outside,
where he would eventually die.
Gaspar and I...
869 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 4:34pm
5th Oct 2015 4:34pm
Ati't Ala'
Every morning
I am overcome with sadness
in the four walls of my house
in the four directions I walk.
Every morning
I am overcome with joy
he shimmer on the golden lake
he shines on the ancient ridgeline.
The fissures and volcanos
come alive!
Every night
I am overcome with despair
in the four walls of my house
in the four direction I walk.
And then I see! Through my window
her womb and her lucid glow
she shimmers on the golden lake
she shineson the ancient ridgeline.
And I close my eyes! To dream...
I am overcome with sadness
in the four walls of my house
in the four directions I walk.
Every morning
I am overcome with joy
he shimmer on the golden lake
he shines on the ancient ridgeline.
The fissures and volcanos
come alive!
Every night
I am overcome with despair
in the four walls of my house
in the four direction I walk.
And then I see! Through my window
her womb and her lucid glow
she shimmers on the golden lake
she shineson the ancient ridgeline.
And I close my eyes! To dream...
1032 reads
12 Comments
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