The Days…….
Feb 6th
These are the days that make a man
pick up a pen and just blaze.
You’re amazed….never knew that I
could flow like this….Build your house
of sticks and watch it get razed.
Told you I was eclectic, eccentric, pragmatic
never static….always moving to the beat
of my own drum….You slow or what, get
with the program son….Got you twisted
in a conundrum.
Words exploding about your brain like
Thermonuclear fusion….Reality or illusion
Just a verbal intrusion on a molecular level.
Send in the clowns 1,2,3…….they didn’t make it
past the first round….Fakes and wannabees abound
My approach is stealthy they never hear a sound.
One by one their facades crash to the ground.
These are the days that make me change up my style
Deft moves and verbiage are part of the profile
Like Collie Budz I “Come Around”
Got that lyrical “high grade” stacked by the pound.
Head spinning like you’re in a centrifuge
I have a vocabulary of WMDs that I’m not afraid to use.
Confused….. well you shouldn’t be.
Need to know more about me?
Jamaican born and bred….Let this sink into your head
But I digress…not saying I’m the best….certainly not part
of the rest don’t come with your stress….Won’t take
no press….just trying to live to the fullest because
I’m in it for the happiness that life can possess.
Just a few words from my cyber pen.
This is just a beginning not an end.
© Charles Matheson
Soto Voce
Jan 25th
Saintly syllables have been echoed
masking demons that gain perverse
joy from rasping at my soul.
Their claw-like appendages open
gaping wounds that leak the spirit
from me leaving me weak…….
A shadow of my former self still
I battle for they are many and I
am but one.
One who will not go quietly into
the night but who will struggle and
strain with every sinew.
I will not fall prey to the gravitational
force of their black holes disguised in
a forest of smiles.
They are but minefields in my path and
they shall be neutralized.
For my warrior spirit burns bright my
loins are girded and my blade is sharp.
© Charles Matheson
Hail The King
Jan 18th
Today is the day set aside by the United States of America for the celebration of the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King, an iconic figure in the civil rights movement and a symbol of human dignity.
His “I have a dream” speech was one for the ages and Dr.King’s dream came to partial fruition with the election of Barrack Hussein O’bama to the presidency of the United States.
African Americans have come a far way, but there’s still a long journey ahead.
Prayers for Haiti
Jan 12th
As the news circulated this afternoon that an earthquake of magnitude 7.0 out of a maximum of 9.0 had struck 10 miles southwest of Port-Au-Prince, the capital city of Haiti, my heart leapt.
There were two aftershocks of 5.9 and 5.5 magnitude approximately 20 minutes after the main quake. A hospital in the town of Petionville collapsed during the quake and there was a partial collapse of the presidential palace.
There are reports of the continuing collapse of buildings which were structurally compromised by the quake…..A tsunami warning has been issued for neighboring islands. I hope that Haiti will receive speedy assistance from the international community.
They will need all our support to recover from the physical and deep emotional scars that will flow from this major tragedy.
My prayers are with Haiti and all Haitian’s worldwide…..Vive Le Haiti!
Insipid Tea
Jan 11th
There was I time a drank with much
gusto…..Potions from those leaves.
Vitality and joy they brought me
A healing…..My soul cleansed.
The nourishment spawning a renaissance
A rebirth of sorts and I was fulfilled.
Time passed…..things changed.
The stars were no longer aligned
My Nirvana proved to be a holographic
concoction of a psyche that longed for
redemption. The replenishing rains came
no more…..Tis a season of drought.
The roots of my once bountiful flora
have withered and died.
I am left with naught but dust.
For I reap a bitter harvest
The leaves are brown and the taste
is unbearable.
Copyright Charles Matheson aka Eqlektik
