Bravado a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Of the beckon I did render an act to the prologue stealing a scene from the epilogue answering my own question to renounce the past and fast the outcast to purify the digestion of the future never to swallow the pride by daring death to reside in the story of the tail of the tide where the landing began to slide. All that was, has up and died is founded on the always present pride. Destiny is still alive. I did this though I could have done without the miss of heaven's beckoning kiss.

Books a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

My best friend never spoke a word but said it all as a presager to manifest will. Destiny a tool to the will, a scroll to the vision, a reality to the imagination, a wing to each in and out breathe that turns the pages and sows the sages books of the age's minds of the heart of the matter. Preventer of thoughts that scatter, keeper of dreams that matter. Transcended when emotions shatter a site universal to the minds eye flown through a higher mind in the sky. An endless book that will never die. I wish I could read them all.

Boldness a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

The standout came about fire on fire distance entire encompassing desire. Wonders never cease boldness on fire. Blessed release like the night into the east behold the truth be told unfolding the night clearing to sights unseen beaming present gleam struck upon the visionaries dream though difference ever seem by populace opinion with audacious vision to break the schism. Illuminate the action to cut through delusional populace conjecture without the stand out to come about to speak with for they know not what they say like the night pretending to be the day.Boldness in a standout passes right by an empty they.

Blood a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

The blood is life's carrier containing burial burning buoyancy of which spirit carries on like a river washing away a shore reaching to the seas of incarnadine where the hunter comes to dine. The flame within rises its design consuming while flowing endless time when the body is absorbed of all its moisture then the body is absorbed of all its moisture then the spirit is whole of soul and the blood is now air of which there are those that shed the blood to early and want to get back into there bodies and their are those who recognize it as only a passage to set sail on the wind.

Birds a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Hoots through the night the owl is in my seeing loves come home to nest. The bluebirds stood the test. The phoenix has flown again as love-birds meet again. The eagle has landed and the dove has flown all of what matters and has shown the owl on his perch viewing the scene all in a dream rearing the seam of creation. The eagle's flight of all that is in sight is the dove's peacefulness as the as the bluebird is the messenger to the owl connecting all in initiation of soul. This is where you get your wings.

Better Days a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

People think the sun rises and falls but it stays put. The earth just just rotates around it to the night all that bliss in flight. The earth just moves to ameliorate the other side of the dark. We all came from the other side in between better days. We've all seen just reminding us to keep going ever onward and upward to receive abundant union of light within upon us all glory will fall. Destiny has called you are the answer; better days is within you.

Betrayal a poem by Jeremy Matthews

O ye inflicter of delusion, proprietor of false deeds no matter what the script reads. Life's play vanishes your day to stand opposite of truth and call yourself friend is a bitter end. The betrayal you propagate now obligates your own destruction. The act is up the scene will come to pass to meet your end and all you have gained won't remain and ye shall plummet in disdain. A balling brook broken from its path fallen to wrath