I'm holding on
to everything you're leaving here
The lies we told ourselves
somehow came true
Blistering what was held inside,
dilating in light
after being in chasms
through the time
before all this counted toward the lie
that somehow found its truth
I'm holding on to everything
I don't know
whether I'll ever see your face again,
even though it represents
such a turning point
I love you
Matt Mauldin
1995
Atlanta, GA
This is your song
What you have to say or think
This is your song
To each their own view
or version of a story
Think and feel out of my hands,
words become nothing
They die out in some version,
I hear them, you hear them
in transformation
Experience, fear, bias
translates into a personal language
that makes the outside world meaningless
This is your song
What your have to say or think
MM 1995
In the corners of my eyes
breathes again
an apprehension that corners
my movement
The lid has been removed,
and the contents left on the table –
saturation
Can you pick up the pieces?
Can you forge a meaning
in a puzzle for which you’re constantly throwing
away the pieces?
You can burn them,
but they’ll never go away
You can run,
but they’ll always follow
Like the vision in the corners of your eyes,
always clearest
MM 1995
Bound the hands with bars that won't bend
Tear the eyes look inside you'll never see
the folds the cracks the opening
Shadows cast the vision's clouded
It's a maze I can't find may way out of
All around, hands are tied, eyes are down
I can hardly see.
I'm circling my images
Am I playing true to form?
These tests aren't getting easier
Am I playing true to form?
Lie to yourself
to make things easy to understand
like what the truth should be
MM 1995
Insignificance...
it lives
It breathes...
breeds inside
Its consequences manipulate
every step or action taking place
For the fear of it showing
itself in speech and thought
The fear of finally branding oneself
with all its beauty and grace
There is no stranger to the self
No face beneath the mask
It's there flourishing
with every precaution to avoid the inevitable...
What am I afraid of?
MM 1995
God needs helping, correcting
Is God on the right track?
I could be a helping hand
Like a little child with the obvious answer
that was so oblivious in the higher mind and spirit
All the mortals saw the master's blindness
but no one wanted to admit any problems with the way things were
A shepherd or mere drifter?
Which track are we on with God?
Is it the right track?
Is it wrong, my friend?
MM 1995
