Sometimes

Sometimes shy,
Introverted yet empathic,
Socially awkward soul.
Daily pushing past my comfort zone,
To share laughter and love with the world.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

The One That Got Away

Let it go,
Didn’t you hear the alarm ring?
Stop clinging,
Start living,
Life is not a sure thing.

I know you tried a few times,
And the inconsistency stings.
But it’s time to say goodbye,
Guess that was just a good fling.

You should have known better,
Than open up to a no-better.
Though no love is lost,
You gotta go and do better.

I know you wish her all the best,
Just know that someday,
She’ll wake up and realize,
You the one that got away.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Happy, With Me

In the depths of my heart,

I sing a sweet song.

Of a memory with you,

The moment that I knew,

I was gone,

And you were true.

As you moved around graciously,

I tried to earn your grace.

A race I kept losing,

Between you and fate.

I was wrong to just give up,

Yet kind to let you be.

I hope that you know,

That I wanted you with me.

But as I let you go,

To fight your own demons,
I just wanted you to know,

That I want you to be happy,

Happily free.

But that doesn’t change that I,

Still hope one day,

Just one day you’ll find peace,

And be happy, with me.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Smitten

I can’t wait to sing to you,
All the songs my heart hasn’t yet written.
Cradle you in my arms,
Looking deep in your eyes,
Smitten.

Written By: Itayi Farai Simango

The Moment I Knew

I’m not sure if you’ve heard or noticed,
This may not be new news.
But I sort of like you,
And I don’t know how to tell you,
But it’s true.

I once only saw blue,
That was before I’d met you.
Before I heard you laugh,
And saw you scrunch up your nose.
Before I held your hand,
Witnessed your beautiful smile,
As I froze.

I don’t know if you realized,
But when we stood outside and you spoke to me,
I drifted away for hours,
Starring into your eyes.
I felt it deep inside,
Tingling in my tummy.
I was shocked and surprised,
By the feeling of butterflies.

I just want to be around you,
You’re warm and kind.
You make my heart smile,
And I hope that you’ll stick around with me,
For a really long while.

Written By: Matthew Taylor
Twitter: @MattTaylorVII

Life Has Just Started

Wake up,
Keep going,
A new day has dawned.
Though yesterday is gone,
Your understanding has evolved.

Remember,
There are matters of importance way far beyond,
The reckless general consensus,
You feel the need to correspond.

Wake up,
Keep going,
A new day has dawned.
Though yesterday has graciously departed,
Life has just started.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

I’d Rather Be Alone

I’d rather be alone.

See, my biggest superpower remains that no matter how deeply invested I am in you,
The moment that energy shifts,
It shifts,
And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Truth is,
You don’t get to choose me when it’s convenient for you,
You don’t get to respond to my text after you’ve gone on and offline twenty times,
And expect me to answer you?

You either here or you not.
Scattered thoughts and hearts don’t sit well with me.

So I’d rather be alone knowing what’s good for me and my heart.
Deeply invested but the energy is not reciprocated,
That’s lonely to me.
So I’d rather be alone than lonely.

Written By: Matthew Taylor
Twitter: @MattTaylorVII

Temporary Forevers

As the trains come and go throughout the city and catch my eye,
I often find myself observing and obsessing at the thought that no matter the destination,
Stops are made.
People hop off,
People hop on.
Same final destination for the fast moving train.

I love the unknown,
So I decide to eventually hop on and see where the train might end without asking any questions.
To my surprise,
I find the train empty,
But before I know it, it stops.
People hop on,
A conversation sparks,
Laughter crackles,
A connection is made.
And before I know it,
The train stops and that person is rushing off to their destination and I’ve barely touched the surface.

But the train keeps moving,
More people hop on,
Further conversations spark,
Connections made,
People leave,
And I find myself alone again,
Wondering what could have been.

I don’t know where this train is headed,
And I’m too afraid to ask.
Who do I even ask?
And do I even want to know?
Why do people just come and go?
Why am I always left alone?
Does nobody else share,
Excitement of the unknown?

I guess we all have our own paths,
Careers or personal endeavors to attend to.
Perhaps there are lessons to be gained,
Or maybe conversations on this train are not to be taken too seriously.
For as the train stops,
Connections sever,
And without knowing where you going,
You left with nothing but temporary forevers.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

11 Hours Away

Can’t seem to stop thinking about you,
While girls on my phone keep asking me to come through.
“We haven’t seen you in a while,
What the fuck happened to you?
We used to have so much fun,
There someone I want to introduce you to,
You know the one I told you about? She’s here and wants to meet you.”
I promised I’d be on my way.
But just as I put down the phone,
I pick it up and dial your number,
11 hours away.

We haven’t spoken in a while,
And I needed to hear your voice.
Before I do something stupid,
I realize I have a choice.

As I attempt to construe my actions,
It’s clear that I need to let you know how I truly feel about you,
That I always think about you,
And so dearly need to see you.

But I just can’t help but feel,
Like this could be a big mistake.
That I may just end up losing you,
A precious friendship at stake.

So I ponder,
And lay awake at 2:30am.
As I grow fonder,
I can’t help but wonder if you relate and feel the same.

Whatever happens,
I just hope that somehow you’ll stay.
You’re amazing and special to me,
Even at 11 hours away.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Stay Awhile

Stay awhile and smile,
For sadness has gone out of style.
Wipe away your tears,
Show your teeth for a while.

Let everyone see,
You defy sadness and welcome glee.
Bounce along to the sound of birds,
Counting blessings will set you free.

Whistle your favourite tune,
From early morning till noon.
Just sit back and relax,
Look up at the rising moon.

Make everyone you meet,
Recognize the true meaning of friend.
For as happiness begins to trend,
Shattered hearts start to mend.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Happiness, To Me

Making it safely back home again,
Waking up in the morning and feeling no pain.
My favourite shirt with no messy stains,
Taking walks at night in the beautiful rain.

Living in my little comfy humble home, 
Having silent talks with God knowing I’m not alone.
Spare time on thoughts of a trip to Rome,
Friends to call on and a beautiful city to roam.

Family to depend on and freely be me,
Smile on the face of the one I long to see.
Me just once more being mentally free,
This brings joy and happiness to me.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Drowning

How was I supposed to feel safe to be myself around you?
When you’re not in touch with your own heart,
And can’t express yourself fully and fearlessly.
With seas seemingly far from calm,
I dived in whole heartedly,
And truth being I cannot swim,
I took a chance,
Believing in you when you didn’t,
Believing you’d take a leap too,
Somehow, show me the way.

Yet as I look up with my arms stretching out,
It’s clear you’ve left me at bay.
Sinking,
Drowning,
How dare you just walk away.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

A Fantasy

I know it’s pathetic,
But when you talk to me
I feel so happy.
Yet still,
I know that you not truly for me.
Cause you play the sort of games teenagers do,
The kind of games my fragile heart cannot endure.

You’re just a fantasy,
And the reality is,
I know that someday you’re just going to be a distant memory,
That I will probably only remember when I’m lonely.

But someday is not yet today,
It’s still far,
Far away.
But I wish you’ll notice anyway,
That even though I’m smiling,
If you look deep in my eyes
You’ll see that inside,
I’m dying.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

The Moment

And so comes the real moment of making the difficult decision.
You know you have to gather some courage to make that step,
And even though you know it’s for the best,
You can’t help but feeling slightly devastated and afraid of what’s coming next.

It’s the moment you realize you’re really by yourself again.
And it’s not that you can’t live alone,
But you dread the fact of no longer being able to share life experiences with that person you have feelings for,
However, you know you can’t endure the lies and stay with them anymore.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

When Energy Shifts

Nothing worse than putting someone in first place,
When you can tell that you last.
And that “friend” she’s been telling you she’s been hanging with,
Turns out to be the dude from her “past.”

You can tell when energy shifts,
Delayed responses immit,
Those stories your friends told you that you ignored,
Now starting to fit.

I forgave a little lie in the start,
How ridiculous was I to play with my heart.
Once a woman lies you should know better,
Instead I continued writing silly love letters.

But as I come to this realization,
I realize you entitled to do you.
I guess I’m just mad at myself,
For thinking better of you.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Fear

I’m affected by witnessing you hurt others,
And reflected on how you seem so unbothered,
Unaffected.
Guess you keep it all inside,
I’m just appalled I played a part in this,
Cold heartedness I’ve now detected.

So I’m taking a step back,
Pulling eject before I get too invested.
Grey ticks turn to blue ticks,
To old hoes once rejected.
Let me blow off a little steam,
Afraid you’ll leave me too feeling dejected.

I should be happy and I’d be lying if I said I was truly unaffected,
I guess fear sometimes is your conscience,
Keeping your energy protected.

Written By: Matthew Taylor
@MattTaylorVII

Happiness

Happiness is not only the absence of unhappiness,
But also an affirmation of a state of grace,
Which encompasses all the good and bad in life,
But as a continuing sense of gratitude.

Happiness is not necessarily always being a happy person,
But is rather the presence of a profound sense of joy in life itself,
For good and bad alike.

Written By: Matthew Taylor
Twitter: @MattTaylorVII

My Weakness = My Strength

As kindness, sympathy and transparency overflows,
I’m considered weak and naive,
Sensitive I suppose.

But I’m no fool,
I consider these my strengths.
As you consider these my weaknesses,
Know,
I’m always one step ahead.

Emotional,
Expressing “too much”,
No guard at my disposal.

My energy remains pure,
As you consider these my weaknesses,
You have no idea how much my heart has endured.

As you consider these my weaknesses,
I’m unsure who’s weak,
The one who freely feels,
Or the one whom has built up a wall,
Afraid to feel and have to heal.

As you consider these my weaknesses,
I realize the world’s vision is simply obscured and I can take pride in who I am,
And my consequential burn mark.

As you consider these my weaknesses,
I walk before you and toss another torch,
To lead you out of the dark.

Written By: Matthew Taylor
Twitter: @MattTaylorVII

Letter To My First Born

Lil face, lil feet, lil hands.
Seen them for the first time our lil unplanned.
A miracle on a lil screen,
One I thought I’d never see.
Already want to give you the very best of me,
I’m excited for what is to come,
For now I just have to wait till you being wonderfully made is finally done.
Emotions I can’t fully explain,
I just know that my life is about to never be the same again.
Lil face , lil feet, lil hands.
I wrote this for you our lil unplanned.

Written By: Itayi Farai Simango
Twitter: @Tyzza

Faith In You

5am,
Faded.
Reading your text realizing I should have gotten back to you,
But thoughts of you lately have me feeling deflated.

Inconsistency in energy,
Brings up bitter memories of a love I once knew.
Simplicity is all I look for,
Transparency in you.

I don’t know where this is headed,
Or if what I hope for is truly what I want.
While haunting memories continue to taunt,
A smile I continue to flaunt.

As doubt lingers,
You begin to bloom before me,
And I start to see past the colour blue.
As someone once always feeling the need to tinker,
I realise that flaws are what makes you,
You.
As someone with many myself,
I realize you accept me,
For me.
And for that,
I begin to have faith,
In you.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Invisible

You don’t see me anymore,
You once saw no-one else,
What happened to love galore?
Now crossing paths is filled with suspense.

Thing’s changed so now I don’t exist?
Treated like the worst of the worst, criminal.
Both hearts broken but unevenly split,
Coz I still see you but to you,
I’m just invisible.

Written By: Itayi Farai Simango
Twitter: @Tyzza

Why Should I

I used to want forever and a day kind of love,
That “I can’t go a day without you” kind of love.
Those random pop up’s to make sure I’m good kind of love.
But unfortunately we live in a time where it’s no good to fall in love.

Everything is sped up,
No courtships,
So easily we get fed up,
And we’re only as appreciated as the last we did.
Not the time we been together,
So why should I give my heart?
To an unforgiving generation of the misinformed,
Who never really try to not get it wrong.

Seems like falling in love with someone toxic really is the new norm.

Written By: Shane Reyes
Twitter: @Trigga_King89

Unbreakable

You thought the end of us would end me,
Like a faulty chute spiralling out of control you’d sent me.
But now past me looks at the present with eyes of envy,
No longer Mr. Glass,
You can never break nor bend me.

Written By: Itayi Farai Simango
Twitter: @Tyzza

The Price We Pay

Damn straight,
You don’t owe me any explanation.
You don’t owe me a damn thing,
Not your time,
Your presence,
Location.

I figured you were different,
Since I always see the good in people.
But it’s clear it was more than being distant,
But I suppose you’ll call it your own discretion,
Petty excuses hoes make for leaked revelations.

But you right,
You don’t owe me shit.
Not your honesty,
Transparency,
Or declarations.

Guess that’s the price we pay for silly expectations.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Map To The Moon

Time is precious,
Accept that it will never go back to the way it once was.
You can lay up at night restless,
Constantly citing memories where it may have gone wrong,
But ultimately, you’re helpless.

Thoughts of the past can be reckless.
Subscribe to a degree of zealous carelessness,
Implement graciousness, as you brush aside the demands of your attention and time,
That sense of entitlement of an ex-lover and new flings alike.
Subscribe to endless friendliness,
But reject the notion to allude and project a false sense of happiness.

People grow closer,
Some people grow further apart.
Situations gained,
A love once seemingly unbreakable folds.
A new love evolves,
And past connections and mutual friends change.

But smile,
Regret is easy to drown in,
Swimming in the idea that you can change the past.
Your mind is precious,
And your thoughts have the ability to protect your heart from the pain.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

The Piscean Dreamer

This place can be crazy,
Full of clutter and confusion.
A mixture of colours and music,
To paint it would be to create an optical illusion.
It’s not for the faint of heart,
Don’t you dare think you can just enter.
Coz at times it’s a harsh environment,
Worse than your coldest winter.

It’s a space I get to call my own,
My refuge from humanity,
My home away from home.
Where I get to relax and create art in lyrical form,
Or just go a lil’ nuts, at times it can be tiring trying to conform,
To this world which can be both a cruel and equally beautiful place,
So in here I’m well protected, I rest, recharge and get back up to face.

Life outside my protected bubble,
Where it’s often Me, Myself and I gathered in our little huddle.
Don’t be alarmed if at times I appear to be hard to reach or find,
Because truthfully,
I’m probably just wondering the endless hallways that are in my mind.

Written By: Itayi Farai Simango
Twitter: @Tyzza

A Warm November Night

Let’s take a jaunt along the coast,
On a warm November night.
When the wind barely blows,
And the full moon illuminates the dark sky with a cherished light.

I just want to place myself on the sand,
With the ocean gently covering my feet at intervals and slowly passing through beneath me.
While I gaze deep into your eyes and listen to your euphonic voice as you take me through intimate details of your experiences as a branching out tree,
Living care-free,
Under lock and key.

I could tell you more of me,
But issues that once mattered no longer carry weight.
I’d much rather listen to you and your vision,
Discuss topics such as fate.
Have friendly debates,
And learn from each other,
As we sink deeper into the wet sand,
We nurture each other.

With the moon looking over us,
I know we’ll be just fine.
As the universe remains a mystery,
I look up and notice how stars have aligned.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Here, Waiting…

I feel like I’ve been here for hours,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years.

I didn’t want this.
I was perfectly happy being all alone.
Having all of me to myself,
My thoughts,
My time,
My zone.
But your mystique and charm,
Brings an unusual sense of calm to my strained mind.

So I’ve decided to put it all out there,
Be open.
Say what’s on my mind,
Let go of the fear of being judged,
Show you how much I care.

I wish you’d do the same,
But I understand that loads you feel you can’t share.
Even though I’ve already been told so much by the world,
A part of me feels this may take a game of truth or dare.
But I refrain,
I don’t want you to feel forced and awkward.
So I await the moment you’ll choose to lay it all out,
Be comfortable being bare.

I just want to see you fly,
So I guess I’ll just remain here with these helium balloons,
Starring at the moon,
For hours,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Shit I’ve lost count.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Authenticity Is Lost

Nobody is genuine,
Nobody really cares.
Just a lot of people surviving,
Living in fear.
Fear of what may happen if they were to tell the truth,
Selfishness is the new trust,
Because they believe lies are bulletproof.

Written By: Shane Reyes
Twitter: @Trigga_King89

My Unravelling

I felt it,
The cold air,
Slowly creeping in and reaching my skin.

This is my fault,
I said too much,
Gave too much of me,
And she has used her sewing needles to expose me.

I don’t know how to love in bits and pieces,
It’s all or nothing.
I never learned how to share only parts of me,
When I give,
I give all of me.

My greatest strength and weakness.
My undoing.
My unravelling.

I’m exposed,
Her ammunition against me.
I’m left cold and alone,
She’s used my wool to warm up another soul.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

2020

New year new me right?
Clichéd starts to the year but on life’s battlefront it’s a familiar fight.
The fight to be better to be more to weigh less,
All the while fighting 2019 demons at times I’m a fucking mess.
I’m tryna start something new with like minded people,
To have a new vision and see something different through a new peephole.
These bros will write and inspire me taking me to higher plane,
Will they or will I fall back, regress and remain the same?
Stuck tryna be a glass half full nigga with a plastic cup,
Learning from my mistakes guess it pays to fuck up.
In order for me to grow I’m bringing my fam along for the ride,
Mom, Dad, Wife and Bro, they see me wide open now, no place to hide.
So now we go forth with 12 months to go,
366 days for me to learn from 2019 and grow.
To be a better man, husband and maybe even father,
I’m in full control of my happily ever after.
So let this be the year y’all see the best me,
The greatest version of myself founded in the year 2020.

Written By: Itayi Farai Simango

Twitter: @Tyzza

I’ve Changed

I don’t pay random texts much attention,
Small talk seems to kill my brain cells.
So I’ve become cold,
Heartless in my approach,
At least so I’ve been told.

I stopped speaking to people with bad energy,
Stopped entertaining conversations about others in regards to matters that do not pertain to me.
I started focusing on reciprocated energy,
Transparency,
Positivity and encouragement to be a better me.

This has made me a better me,
A happier me,
A me that has found myself again,
To laugh and freely be me.
Be a blessing to others,
A me that just always wants to make others happy.

I want to water your vision,
See your dreams unfold.
Come through when it’s clutch,
Be your spoon when it’s cold.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Still Thinking About You

I swore to God if I ever had to see you again,
I’d make sure I don’t slip up and never have to ask when.
Do more to make amends,
For my own regrets,
People like you don’t come by often,
And I’d be damned if I don’t attempt to be more than just friends.

I know it’s hard being all alone and losing the one you love,
I’ve been through the same and I hope, our little moment helped release some pain,
That you share the same excitement and it wasn’t all in vain.
I may have seemed a bit harsh, that I didn’t even care,
But when I’m in a state of awe,
Sometimes my mind shuts down and I can just stop and stare.

Now I’m not saying I can promise you the world,
And I’m not even sure if we still share the same goals.
But one thing I do know is my energy is pure,
It’s attracted to your soul and I will never allow hurt to be something your heart endures.
Negative forces in this world is something out of my control,
But protection from it all will be the ultimate goal.

Now if I can’t have you by my side,
And we remain far apart,
I’ll be forever rooting for you,
Even from afar.
If someone else steps in and puts a smile on your face,
I’ll be the one cheering you on at the end of the race.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

The Wall

I saw the most beautiful face the other day,
She was high up peaking over a face-brick wall.
I couldn’t reach to shake her hand,
Or understand why she was up there,
But we conversed for hours,
And when she went silent,
I would simply just stare.
Every now and then she’d disappear,
But it seemed like she enjoyed my company,
So I’d wait around for her to return,
Waiting patiently to hear her story.
I’d ask her where she went to,
And broken stories would stumble off her tongue.
I couldn’t tell if she was telling the truth,
I knew I liked her so the inconsistencies stung.
A part of me didn’t care,
Her personality left me in awe.
Another part of me did,
I feel like she needed my help,
A bigger part of me cared.
After some time she eventually leaned over,
I rushed to grab her hand,
But she quickly let go,
Telling me she was more comfortable hanging on the wall,
Somehow I began to understand.

I don’t think she knows how beautiful she is,
Or that I come in peace.
I don’t think she knows how much I care,
And that I’m not a repeat.
I don’t think she knows I want to help,
I’m not here for a midnight treat.
I just want her to know that she’s special to me,
But without her willingness,
This wall I cannot defeat.

 

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Broken Pieces

Since we crossed paths on this lonely road,
I’ve given you my last tissue,
And the similarities between us begin to unfold.
It seems you feel trust is owed,
But your actions make me second guess if your last guy was really the issue.

I continue.
I persist.
I believe in you.
Yet at times I feel that to you I just exist.
In the midst of all the controversy,
In the mist of all the broken stories,
I insist that one day you’ll open up to me.

I pick up the broken pieces though,
And can tell you’ve had it rough.
Am I not allowed to draw conclusions,
Since you show little emotion except being tough?
Is my time not enough?
My open mind not enough?
This open book of mine not enough?
Will you please just open up?
Before I give you back your broken pieces,
Mine are heavy as it is.

 

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Thinking About You

I’m not sure if it’s your sweet nature that got you to creep into this heart,
But I definitely know that honest gentle smile had to be somewhat of a start.
I respect what you have with him in each and every way,
But that doesn’t help the fact that I think about you for what feels like each and every day.

My smile remains every day,
This is not some soppy heartbreak story.
Truth is I’m happy for you,
Jealousy is no part of my inventory.

I do wish I could see you sometime soon,
Share a few stories and play you 7 Day’s in Sunny June.
Listen to your stories about how you’ve been,
How you’ve bloomed.
Who knows,
Maybe you’ll fall asleep on my shoulder again,
And this time I won’t snooze,
Or maybe I’ll forever be the daydreamer,
The man on the moon.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Home

Freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen,
Or the local cafe on the corner.
Where I catch the morning sun,
Or where I put my head to rest when the day is done.
I know now that I belong.
Whether it’s Beijing,
Or Medellín,
Sorry mother,
Perhaps I’m somewhat a scatterling.
Although I cannot stand the thought of being boxed or domed in,
The way I see it,
I could be in a hotel, motel or inn and still feel at home.
Never a new beginning like spring,
This entire world is my home,
And I’m not stopping till I’ve made sure all the rooms are clean.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

What’s Really Real?

Sometimes I want to forget,
Forget the words that I’ve said.
Sometimes I feel regret,
Regret for stupid decisions I’ve made.
Sometimes I feel like I’m spent,
Spent of all love inside.
Sometimes I feel there’s no hope,
Hope for peace in these times.

At times I feel like I’m me,
At times I feel like I’m not.
At times I feel like I’m free,
At times I feel like I’m blocked.
At times I feel I’m at peace,
At times I feel I’m being shot.
At times I feel life is real,
But most time’s I feel like it’s not.

What’s really real and what’s not?
Coz physical thing’s are not much.
Some feelings don’t really last,
Except when living in the past.

What’s constant?
I think heaven only knows.
Liquor and drugs sooth the overthinking brain,
And prayer seems to keep me from going insane.

Complex words,
Complex nerd,
Complex girls,
Complex world.

All I have is my word,
Two rosaries under my shirt.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Life Is A Feeling Process

See me,
I don’t know what’s really going on.
All I know is how I feel,
And how I feel is strong.

Right or wrong,
I don’t know how to decipher.
How I feel is how I feel,
I’ll let the feeling be the decider.

I’ve come to learn that a lot can be said,
A lot can be read,
A lot can be heard.
But it’s ultimately how I feel,
That’ll be the deal breaker in the end.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Knowledge, Experience, Feelings

I’ve never searched for someone,
Never searched for certain traits or features.
Never searched for the one,
Never searched for keepers.

Never listened to preachers,
Without researching and feeling it myself.
Never listened to hearsay,
Without experiencing her myself.

Never listened to the beats flowing out of the speakers,
Without listening to the words.
Never thought I’d not get my favourite sneakers,
To spend a night out with a girl.

Always knew I’d be one of the writers,
Readers just never seemed to get the girls.
Now I’m flipping pages on the daily,
Trying to find sanity in this world.

See it’s reading that taught me that politicians are the biggest crooks.
And it’s reading that taught me that bankers are the real decision makers,
Not the famous leaders who dominate history books.

But it’s experience that taught me perfect people only exist in books,
Experience taught me not to search for her in dark corners and nooks.
Experience taught me the soul overpowers good looks,
Experience taught me that experience overpowers the knowledge of books.

Feelings have taught me to ignore the worlds rules and what the eye’s see,
Feelings have taught me that the world’s troubles mean nothing when I’m with thee.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Erase Me

I tried hard not to be,
What I am today,
Left some people wondering why,
While others were asking why not,
And they wanted me to be what everyone strives to be.

But I’m me,
I do not want to be rich,
Nor do I want to be famous,
I just want to be me,
Just simple, plain old me.

Some might say I am pretty boring,
Maybe I am boring,
I could also be uncool,
But I don’t give a thought to each of your views.

To the very few who understand me,
And share my vision,
For a better today,
And a brighter tomorrow,
It’s all love,
Keep that flame burning.

For the rest, I don’t mind that you don’t want to know me any more,
Forgive me,
Forget me,
I am not who you are searching for.
Erase the time you met me,
Delete the moments we have been together,
Because that me never existed in the first place,
Never will we cross paths again,
Think of me as a bad dream,
You just want to forget me.

This is the new me,
Or person I have always wanted to be,
The person who was hidden inside of me,
Waiting patiently to be set free.
This is me,
Accept it or beat it,
And if you beat it,
Erase it,
Because that was not me.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

08:12:09

Vice Doesn’t Always Mean Versa

I feel no guilt for dropping your ass,
Coz you were never there for me,
The way that I stood up for you,
When every time your name came up,
All I heard was trash!

Never judged you,
Picked you up when you were down,
Gave you a smile,
Whenever you frowned.
But picture me now,
My worst fear,
Starring at the mirror,
Reflection,
A sad clown.

I’m not one for material things,
But right now I’m down,
Gave you my wings,
How pathetic that sounds.

But fly, fly away,
I’m used to it now,
Following your shadow,
So when you fall,
I’ll still be there,
To catch you somehow.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

10:10:09

Forever is Today

Yesterday,
Tomorrow,
Never.

Never will I worry about yesterday,
Never will I worry about what I could have done,
Today I will get it done.

Never will I worry about tomorrow,
Never will I worry about what I could do,
Today I will do.

Yesterday,
Tomorrow,
Never.
Today is my forever.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Once Bitten

Once bitten,
Twice shy.
Once bitten,
I became a different guy.

Once bitten,
Through lies.
Once bitten,
It turned me into a spy.

Once bitten,
I was high.
Once bitten,
I fell down from the sky.

Once bitten,
It changed me.
Once bitten,
Through time and prayer I retained me.

Once bitten,
By a poisonous snake.
Once bitten,
I was healed through God’s grace.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

The American Nightmare

The “top” can only be individually defined,
Don’t let the fake dream of the American dream inspire.

When you think of it,
What does the American dream require?
And really, what is the American dream defined?

To be famous?
To get rich?
Sell your soul?
Is it this?
Coz American freedom doesn’t exist,
Wikileaks taught me this,
No Martin Luther King taught me this,
Wait, didn’t JFK teach us this?
Or Ron Paul feed us this?
Man, what’s it gonna take for us to realise this?
How much revolutionary blood needs to be shed for us to wake up from this?

This dark spell that we under,
That’s blinded us and made us feel so good,
That the deeper we go under,
The more the truth is misunderstood.

See money has become the number one ambition,
Intentionally and unintentionally we don’t even realise that we’ve lost our souls and become slaves through this whole money motive transition.

So once again I ask you,
What is the American Dream?
Coz if it’s all about money,
I want no part of this dream.
And since freedom is a myth,
And “America’s” Nike Air’s actually get flown in from Indonesia not Missisip,
This fake dream is something I couldn’t be apart of even if dared,
So tonight I pray we all wake up from this beautifully disguised nightmare.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Respect

Respect,
To the police officers who truly go into the force to serve and protect mankind,
Not driven by money or choosing sides and accepting bribes.

To the leakers exposing corrupt governments killing innocents and spending money on arms,
Yet can’t provide free education or stop bullying our farms.

To the musicians being forced to switch lyrics and persona,
Yet remain true to themselves not tempted by fame nor fortune.

Respect to everyone not driven by money or fame,
The ones who realise that as a species,
We’re one and the same.
Respect to those putting their life on the line exposing evils,
Risking accusations of insanity,
And those staying true to themselves,
Not willing to sell out to the industry.

Respect to you if you read this with an open mind,
Respect to you if you respect those who fight for the greater good of mankind.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Fear, Vision & Positivity

My only fear is that God forgets me,
So before I die,
I pray I’m worthy of an entry.
I fear no man,
No woman,
Just God.
Okay and gecko’s,
Maybe moths too,
I know that’s slightly odd.

Before the judging starts,
I hope you acknowledge my intentions being pure at heart.

Don’t fear the end,
For where revelations ends,
May that be where our lives begin.
Where lies entertain,
May God’s truth sink in.

May good words overpower the darkest scriptures and curses,
And good deeds out-fame celebrity news,
Like who wore who’s designer purses.
May good people see more light than darkness,
And good kids be more spoilt than those who bully others.
May we see good as attractive instead of a turn-off,
And intelligence praised rather than ridiculed as a know-all.
May devilish thoughts be brushed off like dirt off our shoulders,
And more positive thoughts be expressed rather than suppressed,
Because we afraid of how masses might digest.

Wins will overcome losses,
Good eventually overcome evil,
Masses become leaders rather than sheeple.
Waking up rather than falling asleep,
Governments being transparent rather than hiding truth deep.
This will occur,
In humanity I believe.
Now let’s wake up from this sleep,
Apply positivity before we 6 feet deep.

Written By: Matthew Taylor

Forget Tomorrow

Leaning my back against a tree,
Sitting on it’s fallen brown leafs.
The smell of green grass and plants blooming from the ground,
Fill my lungs with the freshest hope that things will turn around.

See it’s spring right now,
The worst is all behind me,
The best still to come.
Yet there’s something about this phase,
The struggle,
The belief,
The hope,
The faith that things will improve.
It’s the start of something amazing,
Those all important first steps towards greatness.

This inspires me to keep going.
Keep going everyday,
Acknowledging that if alive tomorrow,
Downs will come again,
While keeping faith that no matter what,
I will rise once again.

Up’s and down’s,
See even up’s can cause frowns,
When you thinking about tomorrow,
But what about living right now?

Written By: Matthew Taylor

The Devil Wears A Dress

I once thought she was awesome,
Then I realised I was a lost one.
She was one to do the run around,
I was just one that she wanted to be around.

With a devilish smile and charisma,
You just knew this girl was born to be a sinner.
No one could describe her,
She was one of them to sit back and admire.

She was looking for fame,
And played all the right games,
When you think you have her caught,
She sold you stories that you bought.

She ain’t the type you fall for,
Her game makes you want more,
Her lust the entrapment,
Love merely in fractions.

Written By: Shane Reyes
Twitter: @Trigga_king89
From: Trinidad

A Piece Of Me

Imploring for attention,
Not my game.
Pre-occupied on doing me,
And grateful is thy name.

Insisting on secretly doing good behind closed doors is what truly matters,
Apologetic when I’m wrong remains one of my biggest assets.
Defiant in loss is something I can’t relate to,
Unearthing positives in every loss is something we should all be adapt to.

Arrogant about my opinions,
It’s what I truly believe in.
Affectionate to a select few,
Ask the small circle I today find myself in.

Often cautious in my approach to people of the opposite sex,
Constantly fighting to expel doubt from my brains application list.
Indecisiveness for the least part has allowed great opportunities to elude me,
Indecisiveness for the most part has protected me from my destiny.
Disappointingly,
I mostly seem to find myself interested in those who show no interest in me.
Interestingly,
Those interested can surely then relate to me.
The seriousness of being out of the “game” this long often hits home every now and then in alarming fashion,
Never more so when I notice how bewildered I become when approached in a flirtatious manner.

My curiosity to dig deeper,
A trait developed from birth.
Incredulous nature,
To willingly accept that science gives all answers of our worth.
Irritated by Atheists condescending towards those who believe,
Hostile towards believers who don’t respect those who don’t believe.
Pensive in goals I’ve set out to achieve,
Anxious in my ability to cope with that which I’ve foreseen.

I find reassurance in the little good happening around the world,
That my ambitions are not in vain.
For every good deed outweighs a thousand bad,
I think I say this to help keep me sane.

If I carry on any further,
You too might question my sanity.
So I think I’ve said enough,
Just giving you a piece of me.

Written By: Matthew Taylor