A Quite Noise
Words, Thoughts, Randomness
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
