Crab Theory, Not Law (2/2) by MattGPoetry, literature
Literature
Crab Theory, Not Law (2/2)
Part 2
I haven't seen you,
It's been a couple of months since today,
and there's a couple of things
that I would like to say.
First is that I'm proud of you.
That you moved out,
nothing good was coming from there.
so much potential,
but all I saw was half a person in your stare.
So much potential,
stuck inside an empty glare.
Family is supposed to hold you dear,
not keep you stuck in a rut,
just holding you there.
In a toxic situation,
it's hard to keep your eyes on the prize.
How do you expect to rise,
when those close
find delight in your demise?
Most can't take it,
crumble down
and don't survive the fall.
It's not bones that are broke
Left Jab, Right Truth (1/2) by MattGPoetry, literature
Literature
Left Jab, Right Truth (1/2)
Part 1
I remember that night,
and no I've never told a soul.
You hid so much pain for so long,
and time always takes it's toll.
Most never would've reached out,
never would've seen a reason why.
"This man is a thug!"
they would've said,
"Who cares of he lives or dies?"
That's the mentality,
of the ignorant and blind.
But on this night,
I watched that hardened "thug" cry.
The walls came down,
and out came the recollections.
Of the memories buried so deep,
an almost impossible collection.
Of such horrid events,
of abuse and rejection.
A "family" so cold,
devoid of any true affection.
It eats away,
slowly slowly it chips away,
at a mans soul
when he feels like there's no possible way.
To find love and stability,
peace and prosperity.
Most people take this shit for granted,
but for some people,
that shit don't come standard.
Or maybe its you,
cursed -
don't deserve it -
or maybe you do!?
The fact and even posing this question
means we need to take another view.
At happiness,
and how we define it -
live it -
chase it -
and how the fuck
people manage to find it.
Because for me it,
it just seems like an anomaly,
because happiness sure as fuck
don't come for free.
All of the sudden,
I miss everything about you.
Your smile,
your eyes,
the brightness that surrounds you.
Always there for me,
kept me positive,
and never brought me down.
Gave me a renown sense of self-worth,
without the weight
of a false crown.
Thought we were perfect for each other.
Was convinced that it would last.
But I'd never been in love before,
and couldn't navigate the path.
I thought the course was set,
saw no danger, nothing ever wrong.
Tripped over my own feet,
eyes too distant never saw the storm.
Maybe we can never be together.
Maybe we're not the people we thought we were.
Maybe I just got caught up in the moment,
lost my b
I walk around this city
as regrets circle 'round my head.
This grid pattern once stood
for progress the mayor said.
But onces the Marts came,
the mom and pop shops fled.
This area is vacant.
The progression that they spoke is dead
Your single digit dollar wages
won't keep the mouths fed.
You've gotta find another grind
to keep bringing in that bread.
It's just a plant,
it's just a rock,
it's something small he said.
He'll do what's ever necessary
to keep those little mouths fed.
Cut From The Same Shroud by MattGPoetry, literature
Literature
Cut From The Same Shroud
We got people who be skeezin
yet preachin the lines of Jesus.
From the good book to the higher plan;
From youth to a grown man;
Disillusioned with the lies
and a Vatican fortified
with precious stones and solid gold,
while people out in the cold
Struggle to survive,
their pain is unjustified.
So,
what would Jesus say
if he saw his followers suffer-
the man who supposedly
treated his enemies
to last supper.
Thumpin bibles and shootin off rounds of ammunition,
the hate that goes with your faith is a full-on contradiction.
So I want nothing to do
with all the hate that they spew -
a person is a person
no matter th
It was a long road,
A trial by fire.
I'm glad I'd followed,
This quest it delivered
experience,
and passion.
heartbreak,
and grace.
failure,
self-loathing,
and demons erased.
This journey I followed,
This pain I endured,
For something so soothing
As love evermore.
But one day I'd found
That these stones that held sturdy
These walls built around me
For false gods unworthy
Need not for your hope,
Or a lover's embrace
One day I'd found them
Crumpled down to the base.
But no time to wallow,
To break down like those walls.
This future's unwritten,
These moments still ours.
In pain we will struggle,
In strife we will grow.
Wh
Crab Theory, Not Law (2/2) by MattGPoetry, literature
Literature
Crab Theory, Not Law (2/2)
Part 2
I haven't seen you,
It's been a couple of months since today,
and there's a couple of things
that I would like to say.
First is that I'm proud of you.
That you moved out,
nothing good was coming from there.
so much potential,
but all I saw was half a person in your stare.
So much potential,
stuck inside an empty glare.
Family is supposed to hold you dear,
not keep you stuck in a rut,
just holding you there.
In a toxic situation,
it's hard to keep your eyes on the prize.
How do you expect to rise,
when those close
find delight in your demise?
Most can't take it,
crumble down
and don't survive the fall.
It's not bones that are broke
Left Jab, Right Truth (1/2) by MattGPoetry, literature
Literature
Left Jab, Right Truth (1/2)
Part 1
I remember that night,
and no I've never told a soul.
You hid so much pain for so long,
and time always takes it's toll.
Most never would've reached out,
never would've seen a reason why.
"This man is a thug!"
they would've said,
"Who cares of he lives or dies?"
That's the mentality,
of the ignorant and blind.
But on this night,
I watched that hardened "thug" cry.
The walls came down,
and out came the recollections.
Of the memories buried so deep,
an almost impossible collection.
Of such horrid events,
of abuse and rejection.
A "family" so cold,
devoid of any true affection.
It eats away,
slowly slowly it chips away,
at a mans soul
when he feels like there's no possible way.
To find love and stability,
peace and prosperity.
Most people take this shit for granted,
but for some people,
that shit don't come standard.
Or maybe its you,
cursed -
don't deserve it -
or maybe you do!?
The fact and even posing this question
means we need to take another view.
At happiness,
and how we define it -
live it -
chase it -
and how the fuck
people manage to find it.
Because for me it,
it just seems like an anomaly,
because happiness sure as fuck
don't come for free.
All of the sudden,
I miss everything about you.
Your smile,
your eyes,
the brightness that surrounds you.
Always there for me,
kept me positive,
and never brought me down.
Gave me a renown sense of self-worth,
without the weight
of a false crown.
Thought we were perfect for each other.
Was convinced that it would last.
But I'd never been in love before,
and couldn't navigate the path.
I thought the course was set,
saw no danger, nothing ever wrong.
Tripped over my own feet,
eyes too distant never saw the storm.
Maybe we can never be together.
Maybe we're not the people we thought we were.
Maybe I just got caught up in the moment,
lost my b
I walk around this city
as regrets circle 'round my head.
This grid pattern once stood
for progress the mayor said.
But onces the Marts came,
the mom and pop shops fled.
This area is vacant.
The progression that they spoke is dead
Your single digit dollar wages
won't keep the mouths fed.
You've gotta find another grind
to keep bringing in that bread.
It's just a plant,
it's just a rock,
it's something small he said.
He'll do what's ever necessary
to keep those little mouths fed.
Cut From The Same Shroud by MattGPoetry, literature
Literature
Cut From The Same Shroud
We got people who be skeezin
yet preachin the lines of Jesus.
From the good book to the higher plan;
From youth to a grown man;
Disillusioned with the lies
and a Vatican fortified
with precious stones and solid gold,
while people out in the cold
Struggle to survive,
their pain is unjustified.
So,
what would Jesus say
if he saw his followers suffer-
the man who supposedly
treated his enemies
to last supper.
Thumpin bibles and shootin off rounds of ammunition,
the hate that goes with your faith is a full-on contradiction.
So I want nothing to do
with all the hate that they spew -
a person is a person
no matter th
It was a long road,
A trial by fire.
I'm glad I'd followed,
This quest it delivered
experience,
and passion.
heartbreak,
and grace.
failure,
self-loathing,
and demons erased.
This journey I followed,
This pain I endured,
For something so soothing
As love evermore.
But one day I'd found
That these stones that held sturdy
These walls built around me
For false gods unworthy
Need not for your hope,
Or a lover's embrace
One day I'd found them
Crumpled down to the base.
But no time to wallow,
To break down like those walls.
This future's unwritten,
These moments still ours.
In pain we will struggle,
In strife we will grow.
Wh