Andrew Matthews

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Gone forever are the days of the neanderthal
And quiet Earth overrun by Large animal.
Gone are the Dodo and the forests that are destroyed daily
And the icebergs that are melting.
...

Broken bottles in my head
Hunting for words i've already said
Hiding my eyes from the sun
My eyelids feel like lead.
...

They tell us where we come from
and where we want to be.
They're our concience, our pride,
They're sweet bitter memories designed to guide.
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Dark Prisms are what I see
when I look beyond my mind.
How can I feel there's any hope
When broken dreams are all I find.
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I tried to speak to my Father, this is all he heard.
Blah blah happy blah.

I tried to speak to my best friend, all he heard was
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His hand tightens as it relaxes,
and his power is fed by suffering and taxes.
The terror of his grip,
is squeezing the life out of 'His' people.
...

The Weather’s Closing In.

Once there were sunny days
Happy days, we all loved life without a care,
...

It's been a wonderful Christmas
Presents and trifle and cheeses
and booze and turkey and cheers
Shaking hands and kissing cheeks
...

As we stood there in the windswept cemetery,
As we all stood there.
Finally, like an anvil, it hit me.
I, we, would never see our beloved
...

My room smells of cigars
like a lottery winners study
it smells of money burning.
...

Riding on a wave of purple haze and supersonic
Psychedelic sound of the summers of love
And peace.
That's where we will remember you.
...

If there is no God
then how was the Universe created?

The paradox is perplexing though.
...

Please open my head
And take out my brain.
I want to think
No longer the same.
...

Put a man down
He'll give just as good back
And when he's stabbed
He never sees a blade
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It is true to say that
when we drown we die
but the correct phrase
is that when we die
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In the aftermath
The dyings cries echo
Throughout the rubble and debri
Shadows stained on walls
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We pine for our dead
We bury our dead
in the ground
Hardly a trace of our life
...

Who can kill without remorse?
To knock mankind off it's course
To bring death and suffering among the masses
Indiscriminate of blood and classes.
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Dirty grey city
Pavements shine with puddles
Cold wind biting at your face
Joining in the bus stop race
...

Breathe when you've just emerged
from a skin tight cavern on a pot holing expedition
and the air would feel so fresh and uninhibiting, invigorating.
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Gone Forever

Gone forever are the days of the neanderthal
And quiet Earth overrun by Large animal.
Gone are the Dodo and the forests that are destroyed daily
And the icebergs that are melting.

Gone are the days we spent by the river, walking up stream slowly
Never thinking about what lay ahead for us
Never thinking of the bad times
Never thinking to recall the days we spent apart
Or the plans we'd made that didn't happen.

But I now recall what you said to me
How it hurt to me when you're voice echoed in my brain
The way you're eyes made me weak
And pushed me like an anvil to the floor
As you cleaned your shoes on me
And you opened and closed the door.

Gone forever is my life, my reason to exist
As I lift the blade and hold it close to my wrist.
Gone is my nerve...as my swetting brow grows cold, so cold
Gone is my pain, but i can still hear.
but I no longer fear...the reaper is here.

09/01/2002
04: 58am

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Janell Cressman 05 April 2009

an amazing poet! he is amazing at painting pictures with his words! ! ! fantastic poet! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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