poetry by j matthew waters

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the messenger’s offspring

they wore shoes with wings
these golden innocents
as mystical as they are mythical
earthbound & heaven sent for
reasons unknown
bringing joy to a few
and comfort to the many

time doesn’t seem to matter
once you are included
in their world
one in which the only mystery
is how their existence
ever came into play

december two thousand twenty-one
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a picture paints a thousand words

a thousand words I wrote
yet your image remained elusive

I refused to believe
that you were gone forever
so I wrote another thousand words

unable to conjure
the essence that is you
I put down the pen
and picked up the brush

having cleared the canvas
I painted feverishly
rain like tears streaming
streaking across window pane
forever shrouding
your youthful innocence

september two thousand nineteen
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innocence takes many forms

out of sight out of mind
black and white images
unconcerned by various mainstreams
a dark contrast to the very places
they can’t possibly comprehend

august two thousand seventeen
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lead us not into temptation

against all odds you are born into
a world that spins relentlessly
flashing both brilliance
and complete darkness

in matter of minutes you acquire
a lifetime of knowledge by visiting
the garden that for centuries
had failed so many

serpent pretends to be your friend
plucking fruit and promising you
a kingdom you cannot see
neither in this world
nor possibly the next

you reach out for a taste
but suddenly pull away
realizing that by giving in
innocence would be destroyed

august two thousand sixteen
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building blocks and dreams

we worked the wet sand
into old world castles
restarting aqueducts and
protecting the bridge with
toy soldiers

overnight tides washed
away recent memory
giving way to daybreak
and the innocence of
virgin beaches

starting from scratch
we sawed and
sanded and hammered away
convincing ourselves
things will be different

december two thousand thirteen
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she spends her days praying
and by night holds your hand
when the stars are touchable

she brought you into her world
and had you entirely expose her
item by item and kiss by kiss

you didn’t know what to think
you just did as she said
and she never did let you rest

in the dark of the morning
you made it back home
safely in your bed
as if nothing ever happened

february two thousand thirteen
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missing you

innocence is regrettably lost
when exposed to a virtual world
bent on glorifying decadence
through intense selfishness
where powerfully dark forces
can bring an angel to her knees
sending her somersaulting
beyond gravitational forces
that keep this planet in place

october two thousand twelve
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