Where Are The Fighters
There are billions of us. Some smile, hope left the others that might find need. Led on a leash toward happier times, bullets through the brain, cracked ribs, and severed heads line our Yellow Brick Road, constructed on a sound stage, made of fabric soaked in gasoline just in case anyone gets wise to the blue painted sky and paper mâché trees. It can be burned to the ground and easily replaced, the promise and manufacture of its conclusion ever sought.
Crows sing in the morning. No other birds risk it now. Gone to heaven they tumble back to earth only after the sun rises on the off chance that it doesn’t, voices wasted these long years, drowned out by the cadence of insidious ambitions too promoted to overcome.
Where is the Queen, the star circled crown she bore, that made the land one? Where are the fighters unspotted by maligned brotherhood that without steel defended her gateless palace?
I am but a man, the echo returns, a rain cast in an ocean of others. With the tides I do not quarrel, for I am of them, and so moved by their overwhelming force. I take notice of those creatures that swim against them, and with envy glide along their sides and feel their strength. But I am just a man in an ocean of others, and know too well the impossibility of freedom.
April 19th, 2008 at 11:15 am
Sweet, sweet Matthew. I am pissed I know – Southern Comfort Lime is beginning to take its toll. But…. que?? I’ve read it over and over. Sad, disturbing, beautiful, cruel. Are these lyrical seeds you are planting? Tell, tell…
xx
April 19th, 2008 at 11:17 am
The path of least risistance is busier than an L.A. freeway?
April 19th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Sad and so beautiful. Really, really beautiful.
April 19th, 2008 at 11:31 am
:)*
do you really believe impossible is possible?hmm;)
no matter how hard long the winter..doesnt spring allways,spring back up?
with will love..gathering up
April 19th, 2008 at 11:37 am
Beautiful……
You should release of book of short stories and poems…. I want to read more.
April 19th, 2008 at 11:38 am
“paper machete trees” - genius, even if it was just a Freudian slip.
I love that you understand crows.
Funny, this thesis that I never want to work on is partly about the Wizard of Oz.
I am inspired to go write now…
Oh, and I think you’d have a hard time convincing anyone that you don’t swim the wrong way too.
April 19th, 2008 at 11:45 am
Wow.
Great piece, Matt.
April 19th, 2008 at 11:47 am
This is inspiring me some new colours to paint with, thank you.
April 19th, 2008 at 11:57 am
we are but ants, yes indeed.That gonna be on the new album.
April 19th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
If we think about the impossible, than there will never be room for possiblities.
April 19th, 2008 at 12:35 pm
Nice. Thanks for sharing that.
April 19th, 2008 at 12:46 pm
Anyone seen my slippers?
April 19th, 2008 at 12:52 pm
They’re where you left them gramps…
April 19th, 2008 at 1:22 pm
“The path of least resistance is busier than an L.A. freeway?” - dersk19
well put
April 19th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
[quote comment="50611"]Beautiful……
You should release of book of short stories and poems…. I want to read more.[/quote]
You’re in luck, he already has.
April 19th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
Out of curiosity, do you write lyrics first or music? Or is it a bit of each?
April 19th, 2008 at 2:05 pm
[quote comment="50626"][quote comment="50611"]Beautiful……
You should release of book of short stories and poems…. I want to read more.[/quote]
You’re in luck, he already has.[/quote]
:o) I have ‘AT least there is nothing left to say’ on loan from a friend, signed by the dude himself and the band…… but I meant another book would rock!!!!!!
April 19th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
[quote comment="50621"]Anyone seen my slippers?[/quote]
Dan, they’re in Chemainous on a bus full of Cheerleaders…………. right, I still owe you a pic, don’t I?
April 19th, 2008 at 2:27 pm
“At least there is…” ….. my favourite holiday reading material. It’s when I let my mind to run wild, run free…
xx
April 19th, 2008 at 2:28 pm
Depends how you define freedom, I guess.
(”Crows sing”…. you’re being generous.)
April 19th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
Wow.
April 19th, 2008 at 4:27 pm
“None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe they are free.”
-Goethe
April 19th, 2008 at 6:45 pm
“What God Wants, God Gets, God help us all.” - Roger Waters
April 19th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
We shall only reep what we ourselves have sown….
Very beautiful and thought provoking.
April 19th, 2008 at 8:00 pm
The choice to not fight is the greatest freedom. Those who choose to fight, often feed on the return of a fight. Those hungry for a fight, starve when kindness feeds reason. The fight is always for the fight. The strength comes from choosing not to fight-even the small fights feed and grow. I’m not sure which direction the majority swims.
April 19th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
“But I am just a man in an ocean of others, and know too well the impossibility of freedom.”
But, by saying this, you are free, you are free to say what you want and to think your own thoughts and nobody could ever take that away from you, your personal freedom, your inner freedom is something that you should know is always there, while you may be one in a sea of millions, your voice, the thing that matters most, is never lost, your voice rings true Matt, not just for you, but for me and many others too, Thank you for the difference you have made in my life.
April 19th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
Wow…
April 19th, 2008 at 9:23 pm
“But I am just a man in an ocean of others…”
and i’m just a ship lost at sea…
April 20th, 2008 at 6:19 am
Hey i think that is your intro into your next album
wicked
April 20th, 2008 at 1:28 pm
you are such a gifted writer matt.
i think its about time to release another book of short stories.
it would be greatly appreaciated (:
April 20th, 2008 at 11:11 pm
This post reminds me of something Sarah Slean would write… it is very poeti-lical…. poetilitic? Poetic and political. Combine as you may.
April 21st, 2008 at 9:02 pm
Goes well with the times!