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breaking away once and for all


I wasn’t supposed to be driving
but I backed out and raced away
shifting gears as if it was yesterday

the radio blasting out old time rock
drowning out any unnecessary noise
attempting to get back inside my head

I’ve not been indoctrinated since
growing up in the sixties and seventies
yet another alleged victim
of the great american experience

fast forward and today is an altogether
beautifully different story
one restarting from a fresh perspective
where there’s nobody left to blame




february two thousand nineteen
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with no place to go


I’m sitting in a rocking chair
next to the bay window
paralyzed
a ray of light shining through
warming my hands

inside a clock is ticking
a fire burning
eyes shut tight I listen
to the house settling
as finches gather
in nearby spindle tree

I’ve watched the cycling
of the seasons
for so many years gone by
seemingly
from this very place
where the passage of time
simply stands still




february two thousand nineteen
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pausing on such thoughts


give me time to dwell and I will bring you
flowers from the farthest reaches
to lands our dreams most surely take us

there are places beyond the imagination
and if you give me time to dwell
I will describe them in fantastic detail

never forego the passion of rediscovery
and life will reward you one hundred fold
this I am sure after taking the time to dwell




february two thousand nineteen
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when it rains


there is precipitation in the sky
improvising as falling ice
pinging partially-filled glasses
and producing magical notes
music piped into the city square
unexpected dancers sporting umbrellas
smiling under artificial light
twisting and twirling and portraying
life as a grand affair




february two thousand nineteen
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making room for more space


I’ve been keeping an eye on the sky
and an ear to the ground
deciphering signals that may
[or may not] be trying to reach me

forgive me for my absence
but I’ve been on an improbable mission
secretly recruited to test the limits
beyond the known exosphere

voices ebb and flow nearly undetectable
flashes of light impersonating
past and present and future
quietly striding along moving shadows

there is a breakthrough to be made
that much I am quite certain
but whether it happens in this world
[or the next] is subject to interpretation





february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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doorman takes five


so I let the cat out and in
again and again and again

I’ve taken up meditation
attempting to calm my nerves
but he keeps scratching at the screen
challenging me to hold my tongue

his entire repertoire is like a bad movie
and why I didn’t get up and go
after the first few scenes
is beyond me

I never heard of this polar vortex
but apparently it’s a real thing
forcing me to vacate the sunroom

meanwhile we’re all safely inside
staying near the fire

on occasion
he paws at a different door
and as always
continues to politic for treats




february two thousand nineteen
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as long as I remember


it wasn’t supposed to come to this
but here we stand at the precipice

oh how we keep saying tomorrow
is a brand new day
and now after all these years
tomorrow’s here to stay

one part of me says climb that hill
the other saying dig your way through

options are limitless
but we tend to focus on black
and white considerations
knowing full well [at this point]
there aren’t any bad decisions

and then there’s the river
flowing through it all
one day impersonating rebirth
the next day heaven on earth



february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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maximum resonance


I swore to myself I’d have
no more panic attacks
inside this lonesome tube
all kinds of drums
banging sporadically
and very much out of sync

you keep changing it up
with queer infrequency
just to keep me off my toes
no doubt

what if I fall asleep I say
by all means do try she says
but just don’t snore too loud
I’ve got a job to do

yeah right
how am I supposed to nod off
with all this racket going on
overpowering my greatest hits
you allegedly started piping in

you kept me yours much longer
than you promised you would
and by the time you finally
pulled me out
I hadn’t changed at all




february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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little lambs on the run


we pushed through the crowds
on a sunday morning
parting the layers of worshipers
basking in the sunlight
hoping for a final glimpse
what may lay on the other side

a scattering of us lived on
forever hand in hand
snaking through the spirited mob
as if we always existed
intention in our eyes
and redemption in our hearts




january two thousand nineteen
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a gathering of armies


they held the stars for ransom
loveless creatures of the night
coming and going as they please
like outlaw angels on the run

it’s difficult to track that which
leaps from moon to moon
pitting fire against magic
and heaven from hell

this is not the first or last time
boarding chartered flights
eyes shut tight and chasing
death to armageddon and back




january two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Hypnosis


Before opening up
believe in going back
where you understand most clearly
reasons for soliciting past-time travels

Tarnished pendulum swings
somewhat rhythmically
testing your peripheral and recessive vision
its motion repetitively pleasant
and incessantly inviting

Even insomnia can’t match the power
of precocious preoccupation
the subconscious mind questioning
suggestions from the beholder

During the reverie certain epiphanies
reveal themselves
standing alone and with merit
their undying truths
in need of further discovery



january two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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strength in numbers


to be misunderstood
that is a common occurrence
among the masses
treading through the streets of life
unnoticed and mostly lost
but there is strength
beneath the prevailing current
an uprising brewing [so to speak]
on these forsaken streets
bound and determined
to return life to the dying
and a fresh voice to all those
willing to move forward




january two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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