Poem time is now being

Hello again. How goes? I saw V for Vendetta yesterday. It was amazing. I definitely buying it when it comes out (or stealing it, whichever is more in keeping with the theme of the movie) I'm surprised there hasn't been more controversy surrounding this movie, given the current state of affairs here and in the States. Maybe it has to do with Bush's approval rating being so low.
At any rate, it was a really good flick, very relevant.

On a somewhat related note, I finally finished the poem I was working on that I kept mentioning sporadically in here. I already showed Joey the preliminary version, so here you go Joe, here's the final.

This is a house whose foundation is blood
It was built from our bodies facedown in the mud
The framework constructed from rights that you stole
The pillars and rafters are part of our soul
It sits on the land that you claimed for your own
We were helpless to stop it, how could we have known
When the fortunate few put a gun to your head
after awhile you stop counting the dead
In the name of it's glory you tore us apart
with visions of destiny filling your hearts
You built this system, each brick broke our bones
An order of graves to the rows of it's stones
A slaughtering house that is tainted with blight
It's walls dripping red but you still call it white
When it was finished you said it was good
unmindful of those on whose backs you had stood
We built this house though we never agreed
We were matyrs and slaves in the land of the free
You were the hammers and we were the nails
Who says that freedom and justice prevails

There you go hope you like it. Joey if your reading this I'm sorry I didn't hang out this past weekend.
I ended up doing my training for my new job from 9 to 4pm and then working from 5 to close at
blockbuster on Saturday. I could have maybe have done something yesterday, but truth be told I
completely forgot that we said we'd hang out last week, I only got your message last night.
We'll have to hang out this week. I'll call you tonight. Congrats on selling your house BTW.

To everyone else, take it easy and have a good week. And if you feel the need to take up arms
against an oppressive totaltitarian state, may God be with you.

Matt X

Belated March Madness

Hello out there. Been awhile I knoes. I suppose someone should be
pointing out the obvious, since I'm on March break I should have a buttload of time to update my blog. Well you're partially right, I do have some projects to do, but I have the time yeah. So why haven't I yet you ask? Funny you should mention, I was house sitting for the last three days, and they had a computer there that I believe predates electricity. It was quite slow and therefore I opted to wait until I got back here to do any blog related activities. Anyway, I hope to have some pictures up soon, but not today, perhaps later this week. Alas I must attend work today, my only respite that I have given my two weeks notice, and start training at Ticket Pro on Saturday. So pray for that if ye be so inclined. I'm a little nervous, it's a fairly big change after two years of comfortable drudgery and familiar BS. Oh I almost forgot, I started writing poems on the bus any time that I'm not drawing on the bus. The exercise has produced what I daresay is my best poem yet. It's not yet titled, but I was leaning towards The Business of Making a Killing. Here it is:

I remember yesterday like it was tommorrow
it blurs around the edges like an unfamiliar sorrow
I woke up in a pool of sweat, I've forgotten who I am
And I just can't shake the feeling that I'm sinking in the sand
I get up wash off the evidence, apply a scent to hide my own
And I marvel at the tyranny of this cage of flesh and bone
I stand there for a second then it's time to choose a mask
There's a brand name and identity that is suited to each task
I grab my briefcase and a coffe as I'm headed out the door
Another soldier sent to slaughter in a neverending war
When I return covered in crimson my hair matted to my skin
You would never recognize me in the state that I am in
In my skull my head is pounding and my eyes will close no more
But i'll sleep sound in the knowledge: another win for status quo

Not bad eh? I'm gonna post more later, I'm still working on that
poem from before Joey. It's proving to be a challenge fitting it all
together the way I want. I'll post it as soon as I'm done.
Should have some more stuff up this weekend.

Take it easy,

Matt X

Three poems for the price of your soul (prices may vary)

Hey there cyberkids,

It's been about three weeks since the last time I posted (I blame society), so I figure I should prolly get off my ass and post something yeah? Shut up, nobody asked you. Anyway, since it's
Been awhile, I decided to post three, count em three older poems this time out. Yes you heard me, your minds are about to be exploded by the sheer force of the splendiferous awesomosity of my versatile versification. It be epic. Three two one brain esplodah

Yesterday was all the time it took to say I'm sorry
Today was everything that I forgot to feel
Tomorrow is the echo of an old familiar story
of everything that's eminent and nothing that is real

I used to take the time to wonder
Now I wonder about my time
I've been slowly going under
I'm beginning to unwind

I can watch it as it happens
the parade of empty words
It's a joke but no one's laughing
It's alarming and absurd

You use to say that everything's ahead of us
You use to tell us we could make it if we try
We never noticed there were fissures in the edifice
We never thought we'd be swallowed in a lie

I never thought I'd start to listen to the idiots
I never thought I'd get cynical and hard
I've got an edge and I can't seem to get rid of it
I never thought I trade inches for a yard

So here's to you kid, you finally killed your innocence
Hey where's the fun in murder suicide
I tried to cry, but I only end up laughing
Irony's a stupid way to find out that you've died

And a number two:

I'm allergic to the alphabet
Letters are not my friend
Sentences tried to kill me
paragraphs spell the end

I was alive with symbols
you were a metaphor
I was poetry in motion
you were a carnivore

I don't remember dying
You'd think it would leave it's mark
hey what's the use in trying
You did it on a lark

I hate to see me leave
But you love to watch me go
Don't pretend to be bereaved
I know it's all for show

This is a bloodstained letter
this is a eulogy
Don't try to make things better
You made a fool of me

Third times the (c)harm:

Waiting is like dying

I've been bleeding out my time

Waves of yesterdays are sliding

burning bridges in my mind

It's the tyranny of moment

over memory and space

I get swept up in the torrent

when I try to keep the pace

there's causality and karma

every action leaves it's mark

Things you never saw the harm of

end up tearing you apart

Every second serves to sever

Every moment moves you on

There's a weight to each endeavour

As life rushes you along

I am hope borne of potential

That has yet to be attained

There is no act inconsequential

Every note builds to refrain

Though I'm sick and tired of waiting

I refuse to waste my time

I have dreams invigorating

And I plan to make them mine

(I'm not sure if this one's finished yet.
I may add more later if I feel like it. So yeah, watch for that.)

So yeah there you go kids. Enjoy. This batch seems a little darker than usual, but it's all a unique glimpse in to my shattered psyche I guess. I should really start charging for the priviledge.

Until next time, I remain the one and only Matt X



P.S. : Don't worry Joe, I'm still working on my other poem. I'll post it soon. Also, i'll hopefully have some cool drawings and stuff up here soon, soon as I get the time. I've been doing about one or two quick sketches a day. So it's just a matter of scanning them in and/or polishing them up a bit.