Freedom in Fences

mud in the sand box hey world of wise insecurity i'm done with your counterfeit pride Images of a life in a branded bottle love my own brown grass simple expectations loving arms and  dimples bigger then my selfie what do we see in  sand filled beaches busting bikinis manic flesh fading fast and  blasted on our bitter walls better to know love in a muted mirror then a television translation satisfaction is a rolling stone  in a river with no landing  it finds you only in theory never in flesh and bone love is not love  which sees no sign but self It is however the beginning of hope  ~ matt francis

A Pleasing Son a mystery this man with freckled hands the boy a knight with a wooden spoon held to that hill a mountain of will the lion loud sheep in a quiet room slow turning tide a foundation of pride the sea roars but it never moves so slams his heart each kid does his part the man screams yet refuses to choose religion creeps in now seeped into skin the child cries as he tries to hear slow echoed drum no reflection of sun the shadow drowned with each cup full of fear a mystery this man with freckled hands the heart that could swallow you whole  a pleasing son a chosen one the angel who now knows his role the boy the lion the sea the man the child the shadow the heart the angel my dad Happy Birthday Dad! I miss you more than you know! Here's to LOVE & Legacy! .................... matt francis

London Laina Washington was stillborn on  January 1, 2014 with a due date of January 3. Please keep her family in your thoughts & prayers! May this poem be a conduit for London's legacy to live on in you even though she never took a breath! By reading this, her light lives on in you.  May it remind you of how precious life and those relationships you are blessed with are! London's Eternal Laughter such pain in hearing giggles  and a cry that never came these walls an empty shell still echo out her name harder now to breathe  as you lay there on her floor the world won’t know the girl this girl you so adored you see her now in dreams in visions through your tears her light that never shined a reminder through the years her light was held from you while waiting hear on earth but make no mistake your London  still had a perfect birth she was born above the stars into the masters hands this light  her li

Where Your Soul Meets Its Worth in the midst of all of this... where there is breath  there is hope you were created for a purpose one that only you could fill you were created exactly as you are made beautiful  by a higher standard than culture critics or spirits of this world your time is now this moment a gift may you use it to meet your destiny  with all the awareness of your worth you are capable a light in a dark place you were born for this embrace the light the dream the rock the truth YOU ARE LOVED now go and be a human being not a human doing matt francis