poetry by j matthew waters

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bringing clarity to your desires

despite desiring discipline in your world
you subconsciously remain unfocused
channeling your passion toward the unknown
and rubbing shoulders with forces not seen

old souls sidestepping in the shadows
just as lonely and desperate as the living
serenading their favorite verses a cappella
barely audible through plastered walls

well past midnight you are restlessly asleep
contemplating many intriguing options
playing them out in your so-called dreams
operating with full force your physical being

july two thousand eighteen
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night before the days to come

sunrise pushes back with each passing morning
telegraphing how the inevitable comes upon us

red plastic hummingbird feeder sways outside
stained glass window on late october early evening

all hallows’ eve opens door to saints and souls
seeking asylum in my walls or another dimension

I’ve plenty of mothballed costumes up in the attic
though oftentimes wonder who is wearing them

october two thousand seventeen
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before this world

it’s like I had been here before
this sometimes lonely
sometimes violent planet
spinning tales of uncertainty
fighting for her own life from
forces inside and out

irreconcilable differences
fester beneath the surface
and in the hearts of men
who pretend love doesn’t exist
propagating arms races and
settling disputes with destruction

the creator casts lots and flirts
with extinction in innumerable ways
taking out ground troops in
single covert operations
recasting their souls back before
this world was ever born

june two thousand fifteen
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I awoke around four
on a Sunday morning
and couldn’t get back to sleep 
so I got out of bed
and threw my fishing pole
and tackle box in the back seat
of my Bimmer
headed North to the nearest trout stream

When I reached Monastery Creek
I heard a rooster crow
at a nearby farm
awakening all the superstitious critters
who believed I had come
to save their souls

june two thousand twelve
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