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We Are Nowhere
Please Wake UpMatthew Trask
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WE ARE NOWHEREPLEASE WAKE UP
Matthew Trask
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Contents
The Stars
Half of a Life
Prelude
The Lovers Waltz
Evolution
To Live
Paid in Full
Talentless
SuicideNight Bred
Someone Who Cared
In The Way
To Have
To Hold
National Pride
Free
Time
Falling Down
The Electric Buzz of Electric ChildrenErasure
Truth
The Suburbs
Graffiti
To Die
Firework
Childhood
Adolescence
The End
The Spirit of Times
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The Stars
Each eve I stare above,
a wide-eyed stupefaction
fills my heart.
The moons gleaming light cast a warm palm upon the Earth
as it hangs, a Blue marble in the blanket of space.
it waits, wrapped up inside the black tarp
hidden In the pocket of god.
I look with a child like glare,
feeling as well as seeing.
Knowing, but not yet understanding
the universe of grand reality before me.
I hark back to the bedtime stories of great exploration
and remember the globe placed upon my mantle.
A spotted canvas lit a pale white
with fountains of color hidden beyond vision.
The orchestra of life rings in my ears,
as all of time exists in front of me.
The youth of a million years
holds within that single view.
Like a thousand eyes
they watch over us on the land below
as we watch them change.
We evolve, create and grow
as we search for true meaning.
The stars hold my message.The stars hold my truth.
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Half of a Life
One man walks a fine line
treading the gap between two worldsas fear of losing one grips
and vows to never let go.
With that thought in mind
the man packs a bag and leaves both worlds
hoping and skipping beyond
the crack betwixt the lives seals.
This man had endured all eventualities
had suffered all pains,like a time traveler he saw all of life
yet somehow his diary is only half full.
A true understanding of him
cannot be had without the end to his story
as the end fundamentally answers the questions
we so seek ultimate answers to.
This man is us all
treading our lives carefully
as if to keep a balance between worlds
and to not stumble into something more.
In death we will understand
the final moments of this mans life
meant nothing to the years preceding
because its not ever after death that matters.
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Prelude
Across Great Plains he traversed
fighting the will of storms and threading
the eye of a needle.
He lifted his hood to block sand and sun
as he pushed on
only bread and water in his bag.
A woman stood by his side
each step they took together
attached by a bond greater than love.
Their journey was to be long
an arduous miles to walk
each other's embrace the only comfort.
A sea of loneliness stretched forth
and a single star guided them through lives,
as their past forked and unraveled behind.
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The Lovers Waltz
Now they dance towards a cloud of uncertainty,
their bones aflame with burning embers
of passion and desire
to craft and create and birth a new world
like the world found at Atlantics edge
hosting little but the child like skin of new borns
unconscious to the ideas of truth
yet strangely ignorant to the problems of us.
Instead these men and women and children
live at peace with little artificial emotion
and awake with the world in a way that we find cold,
our cynical minds have left us a alone
in a state of loss forever like those whom aren't written
in the stones of past minds, they are but etchings
fading in the minds of us
as tomorrow grows father from our reach.
A halos light lifts from our self enlightened souls
as we wallow in our bitter ignorance
and fear the wrath of what we have neglected
like a child, unwanted and unloved but needed
to fulfill a part within
that crafts our core, soft and warm
to be molded to cry tears of any sort
and to leave behind a wealth of ink and blood
though knowledge is a legacy fought best for.
They taught us so much in our little time,
as lovers we held each other closer that eve
as we were more connected to the life of earth and sea
and the wind had calmed and the rain had washed fear,our brows furrowed and backs arched, we soared with vast wings
towards our future together as man and woman
and we will make a stand for our love
and we will waltz a dance so placid that the seas will stop void
and our bleak facade will crumble showing potential.
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Evolution
We live in a world of weak and strong.
Some seek to strike at the heart.
Others wish to do good while others wrong.
Is it possible for us to gain new life from this?
This building has weak foundations and will thus crumble.
Better design may have prevented the destruction
but in the end we all die.
What is the reason for evolution?
The reason for mankind to move from one day to the next.
Surely that reason rests at the heart of humanity.
But if death is an inevitable caller,
waiting with its knell poised age to take our souls from our bodies
and to bury us under a mount of earth six feet deep.
Why change and improve.
The truth is feel is far away.
But I rest in one simple idea:
Life is more than death.
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To Live
A gentle man sits on a stool,
His crooked fingers rest on crooked keys.
He listens to the wind as it brushes his ear
And he focuses on the worn wood in front of him.
Then he begins to play.
First the cords are melancholic
And the man is sad.
We see this as he is hunched over the piano hiding face.
His is the beard of a desolate man
Left alone in a cycle of neglect on the side of the road.
Rain splashed and alone,
This man is nothing as society sees him.
Though this nothing sits at the piano and mourns.
He mourns a life lost to love
And he lists his failures unashamedly
As he has now been forgiven.
This man then stands, kicking the stool from beneath him.
We see his torrid and scarred body
And the tattoos that tell years
As he stands by the piano
No longer mourning the past,
But instead playing a melody of tomorrow
And hoping that it can grow from his arid lands
As the tree does in fallout.
So this man is to die?
This man and his weathered pianoIn the wilderness and green pastures of life.
No, this man is to live as he has reason to.
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Paid in Full
Money leaks, corrupts and seeds hate.
Banks steal, cheat and get away with murder,
leaving little men to starve on the little they have.
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Talentless
Her face awash with a popular mask
though sadness is caked beneath
the narcissistic facade.
Then she crumbles from the tower to the ground,
scrambling to retain her Kingdom
as it separates and breaks.
Here abstract morals
crush fear into her mind
as those who once loved her
fire flames of distrust and disinterest.
Now she is nothing but a hollow shell,
left alone to work for love and life.
Once the Queen bowing to none
has now left and grand reality has struck.
She is a human without beautiful talent.
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Suicide
A fingers prick.
A light stab to the skin.
How it feels to be torn from another.
That thought pops into mind
as consideration for death fades.
Ill never do it.
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Night Bred
From my door, a thin shaft of light glows.
A saber striking the dark,
breaking the concentration of a sleepless mother.
I am up as the night serves me better.
In day the light distracts
from what dark allows focus.
I grow, change and feel the dark
although the music I hear exudes light.
Now I am happy and the night is partly responsible.
I am alive and breathing.
My heart beats to the drum of life
and that pain is numbed.
For I am bred in the dark of night
and as I sit here, the warm LCD shadow cast on my face,
I know who I am.
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Someone who cared
For Her,
Know one said Id adjust straight away.
Your dainty smile and full lips
went unnoticed and my being inept
made me fall short.
Id furrow my brow and hope
that someone would find me.
That my loneliness would soon
fade like the damp winds of spring.
Warm and close, when nobody else was
at my side to help me through.
To call you perfect would be
a disservice to your artistry.
That open way in which you talk
frank about your thoughts.
Your delicate face merely masks the
stone, strong woman beneath.
Some part of me wishes
I was stronger than this.
My words of anonymity.
My vague string of ideas collating.
I wish I were able to tell you this.
Although my feelings I assume arent shared
I feel good knowing you cared.
You have helped me, I am better now.
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In the way
To you I say, Im sorry,
Im sorry that awkwardness prevents the words
from escaping the perpetual hold of mind.
I fear that she wont know my love
as cowardice and lacking confidence hinder speech.
Force me into confrontation and Id lieand squirm until I was free from the bounds of situation.
As I lay my head to pillow my mind froths with thoughts
and they build a delicate picture of her smile.
Beneath my fear I know I have it.
The spark to tell her she is the piece Im missing.
To myself, I say Im sorry.
Ill get out of your way some day.
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To Have
So much you gave me.
A small package to tightly dense with beauty
and passion that body lusts for you
and mind loves you.
Your words true and eyes steeped in mystique
yet ideas are laid out for all to see.
Opinions and feelings arent bottled withinbut thrown into the world to be battle with by others.
I wish my words would allow me to tell you directly.
Instead I sit here Night Bred and alone
with only my thoughts as a brush,
painting a picture of you on the page.
Artists yearn for their one muse.
A muse, which I have found.
Words cant justify you for what you are.
The most sublime vixen to ever be seen by man.
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To Hold
To be with you would be satisfaction enough.
Some men want more than they can ever have
and live lives so large that the littler man is broken
to shards of person and self scattered to the winds
and left to burn in the sultry sounds of hell.
Though I lust and desire I need only one thing.
Tis you, my oxygen.
You I need to have and to hold.
Men know not how to treat their woman.
Only objects with which to abuse and then throw to the wind.
Beneath their veneer of sly love exists a false faade
needed to cover their one true lust.
I feel deeper than face value
I may have a false faade but I know what I feel.
And what I feel I more than just lust.
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National Pride
I see them wear their flag upon their sleeve
And march forth with their hearts full of pride.
I glare on with a lorum ipsum badge pinned to my flesh
And I stand still with a heart full of envy.
The mountains encroach like prison walls
And the perpetual sky thick with endless grey
Dulls the blade of inspiration
And draws the bow of melancholy.
Though, when sun embraces valleys of green
And the smell of fresh cut grass fills the air,
My heart swells with pride
And I look out at the land of my fathers
And wholesome humility brushes over me
For I am thankful for my place in this world.
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Free
For those lost to war and violence
In memorium today for yesterday.
Whom once walked are now firmly within
as earth has become a grave for those lost.
A young girl tossed aside like rubble
burnt and branded an outcast
to be killed in a fire of hate.
A man lives to hurt and maim
And for those who stood against
We say thank you.
Today we live free,
as the tyranny of yesterday
lives in the hearts of the fallen.
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Time
The face of the clock stares back.
An eye peering forth into the future.
The small hand strikes away seconds of life
and the large hand, hours.
We wait until the day when our clock stops.
The day when those hands no longer tick.
The instance when time is frozen.
A perpetual hold on the second and the hour.
Time is ticking along.
So much is wasted.
We strive to understand our symbiotic relationship
as it clocks on, leaving us in its wake.
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Falling Down
Down I fall.
Out of control.
A leaf in fall.
Loosing to gravity.
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The Electric Buzz of Electric Children
The night alight with sound
from broken hearts adrift in loss
each other and love we found.
Yesterday has broken me
yet tomorrow seems to grow brighter
as you found me at the bottom of the ditch and set me free.
The rumble in our stomach churns
and the smell of rich sonic heaven lusts inside
and with each road walked and each corner turned,
We know who we are together.
A pair of dancing children still flaming with a virgin light
who spread illustrious wings readying to take sweet flight.
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Erasure
If I had a line through which another line struck
Id have nothing.
This was how I expressed thoughts and feelings.
An erasure that leaves me alone with but scribbles on a page.
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The Suburbs
Desperate housewives make light of their inequities
as husbands scrupulously mask their infidelity.
A keen eye may notice those who once were lovers
are now mere shells cutting at their wrists
for a chance to feel again.
Companionship for loves sake is an overrated pleasure
as it is sex that drives society.
Primal urges focus the intent of our neighbors
as malicious misery echoes through the plastic streets.
We all feel pain and younger than most often hurt more,
but as our end draws near I ask one thing;
Do you really know what happens in suburbia?
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Graffiti
For lovers
Sam and Lilly forever,:
etched upon the wall.
A string of words that love a lifetime
like a thousand pictures.
The flick of the R
The hook of the L
The cave of the S
They exist to capture a story
In a string of five words.
Graffiti on the walls of their hearts.
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To Die
The gentle man sits upon his box.
He sips his brew and grins tenderly
As poesys and sunflowers are tossed six feet within.
He almost laughs at the concept.
Men hold the hands of their women
And they gather around the gentle man
Celebrating the joy of his passion
And never mourning passing loss.
His night is the dawn of a memorys day.
Gone in body but not in spirit
As hearts and minds hold his paternal image.
His music echos his life in the ears ofus all.
He sits on his box
resting his crooked fingers on the crooked keys,
as his sons and daughters gather round his burning fire
and sing songs of life and love.
This green pasture has flourished
And the tree has grown in fall
And the blanket of brown has faded to reveal
His grave.
The flowers rest on the unmarked mound
And his song is stabbed into the grass.
Though he is gone we hear his voice.
The final crack on the piano.
The gentle man hasnt died.
To die is to live.This man who, in life, wandered and taught,
Left a mark that scratched deep into the skin of the earth.
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Firework
The match struck like conversation.
The defining stop at the sentences cliff
Becomes a patient ball of light.
It hangs upon the edge of the world.
On the tip of a tongue.
It waits for the perfect moment,
Before the fire hits its fuse
And the sky is born a beautiful bright.
The fireworks end is but a beginning.
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Childhood
Hilltops in the distance sit wearing hats of snow
Glancing like wise men upon the people below.
I stare from the window of class at their faces
The mills poking like flowers from their caps.
These hilltops look on with disappointed brow
As I engage them in a staring contest.
Farmhouses glare back at me as pupils
And a beard of trees provides a veneer of respectability.
With an attitude of angst and beat
Id turn from the hilltops, blissful in my arrogance
As they silently judged me at the gates of hell
Waiting for my passing to be mourned.
Questions burned on the tip of my tongue
And my identity unraveled before me like a tapestry of lies
Hiding the truth from me beneath age.
Id grow lost and weary as their eyes burned into the back of my head.
A thousand years past and I remained fixed to that position
Still under the stone of the hilltops.
Slowly theyd pile around my feet until I drown.
Seeds of doubt flourish and my judgment had come.
I leave and return home a new man,
Sweating and breathing following exertion.
Id place bare feet on the cold floor
Looking out with tired but open eyes,
As the world grew in front of me
And the once dark future became bright.
The hilltops smiled, holding their caps to their chests
As I marched proudly on their backs.
Towards my new dawn I broke
Until I saw them all, lined like gems in a ring.
The bounds of family faded and I fell into line,
Grieving no more as I had gained back what Id lost.
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Adolescence
A half written story on a tablet melting in the sea.
They race upon the highway of children,
And the tapestry unravels further in front
Showing tomorrow solidifying.
The pen hangs over the page with bated breath
And future knocks on the door.
Life had been dormant under a wealth of control.
Now an eruption has set it free to bite at my heels,
Challenging my path and editing my world.
Still they hang in my mind
Like baubles on a Christmas tree,
Glinting beautifully in the silver light,
But pulling on the branches on which they sit.
The songs prepare you for loneliness
But its true brutality cuts when the tapestry leaves dark
What you need to be light.
My body aches and pulls for something
To hold and acknowledge its reality.
Skin tingles and hands tremble
As sexuality beckons with its mirror of imperfection.
Sands move on, corroding the one who never arrived
As she wonders through and beyond,
Unknowing of my arrow struck like erasure
Through the poetry of love.
Avoidance is my fear of red faced scorn
Though lust drives a sense of passionLost on a forbidden fruit to be left on the tree.
A ripe red apple, smiling in the light.
Blood courses through me as her fall hair
Lands gracefully on her shoulders.
Her lips like red pillows underlining a blinding smile
And growing out to her fair and soft cheeks.
My chest pulled forward like a compass pointing to its true north
Yearning to hold her and to love her.A glass barrier of situation grew
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And like the slow drip of water, drove one moonstruck.
Childhood was but a memory
Passing by in the wing mirror as we drove into the sunset,
A romantic notion filled with fiction
As the sun was as dark as charcoal
And the open eyes began to grow heavy
Closing under duress.
Seasons past and frailty set in.
My mind crumbled like a castle made of sand.
My pillow became stained with blotted loss
And reality struck like lightening
Electrifying my soul to the brink.
Putrefying all romanticism within my ideology.
Tomorrow maybe growing clearer,
But its ship is to be captained and crewed by one man.
One man alone, holding a torn map
And a compass that points only towards what you need most.
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The End
The final full stop
On the final page
Of the final chapter
Of the final novel,
Of humanity
Is placed with a sigh
By a lonely man
Who sings a hymn.
Goodbye echoes,
As pen and paper
Are still.
The man looks up
At grey heavens
And sees his back
Firm and disillusioned.
The failures are struck
Like names on a list
Off the face of the earth.
The garden has rotted
From its wholesome core
And has left a heap
Steaming and brewing
As it sits stoic
In its labored filth.
The man leaves the book
And walks off the cliff.
The wind glides by
And his hair is softened
And his arms outstretched
And his eyes closed.
His naked body falls
And fallsUntil the horns of hell
Take hold.
His baby soft flesh,
Blemish free,
Is cut and torn from his bones
And he is bled arid
By the razors blow.
Teased by a glimpse of life,
He is beaten without death.
He is broken with out healingAnd he is chained to the rod
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That runs the length of his spine.
He awaits the sodomites
The murderers, the rapists
The child molesters,
The politicians, the lawyers,
The actors, bankers,
The fraudsters,
The Muslims, the Hindus,
The Buddhists,
The violent, the weak,
The strong, the tepid
And he awaits the mirror.
The mirror of sin
That balances his mind
And baths him in truth.
Then the cycle begins again
And mercy shall not come.
The embers slither up his legs,
Biting at the flesh and cooking the bone.
Then an arm reaches from darkness
Into thick, murky light.
The arm of freedom offers salvation.
The way is clear and hell grows distant.
Suddenly the garden grows fresh roots
And his skin is baby smooth
And the sky pale blue.
He sees his body healed in the pool
And then his lover stands.
The hand then grows a body
And then a face.
You deserve freedom speaks the face.
The face then fades
And the garden solidifies.
The mirage of his lovers naked being
Grows tangible and he runs.The man whose full stop ended life
Had now found peace in the garden.
Where flames had bitten his thighs,
He found his lovers hands.
Where blades had cut his chest,
He found his lovers lips.
Where pain had once flayed
He found his lovers pleasure.
This sin that so hung around his neck
Had been revealed,And it had beauty beyond all dreamt of.
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Then the man placed the rope by the side of the book
And he placed the pen between the two.
The blotch that punctuated his ending
Became a comma, breathing new life into his tomorrow.
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The Spirit of Times
Be the best of us
As you sit there on your stool
Listening intently
Though fidgeting indefinitely.
The zeitgeist evades you,
Always Reeling in eternal optimism
And always forgetting the past
As the future calls.
The spark sets alight a burning flame
That we watch with mouths a gape
And eyes wide and glazed with awe.
Making hate not love, you live.
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Ifyouve read this collection ofbeginners poetry let me take this chance to
thank you. If you liked it please share it with anyone and everyone. Print it off
and give it to your family. Give a copy to your dog or cat or anything. I hope
you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!
Copyright Matthew Trask 2013
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