Freedom in Fences

  i'm all the way up alone here atop my tree though i tore through  friends to get here my days are filled with me no one to tell me who i am no one to tell me no no one to hold me when i'm scared no one help me grow my days are getting longer now my moments pale & grey each time i go to speak out loud i have less and less to say so quiet now  so still  so free alone here atop my tree if only now a friend could see this loneliness in me but my pride holds on its grip is strong as day by day i see i bought a lie and now i'll die alone here atop my tree matt francis

  We Bleed No Matter What what happened to  no matter what did it get lost in all this stuff is it in the air out their where people stare that place inside that makes you care or are we at the end of we the start of you  and the lie of me all I know is love is blind could be enough  if human minds would find a way to  carry grace but that would mean creating space the spirit feeds though fault is found and whispered words now circle round if only there was room to be a broken you and a broken me but perfect is  as perfect does it cuts us now  just because  we bleed no matter what matt francis 

Remembering Dad August 31, 2010 : 6th Anniversary of Dad's Death      This morning hit hard even though my dad has been gone for a while! These were my last moments with my father....He passed away an hour from now six years ago today. He was not a perfect man but he had a heart the size of an ocean and the silence of his laugh now is deafening! Please hold tight to what's important! Dad and I had a troubled relationship at times...but I would give everything I own, drain my bank account, stop everything I was doing right now that seems so important just to get five more minutes with him sitting on the back porch just being in the same space together again! Here's to the man with the freckled hands! May his light burn bright in the hearts of those of us who were touched by his giant bear hugs! ~matt francis

  Graveside Living my how comfortable  we are with death living in our bedroom just under our breath though our eyes have witnessed and our fingers touched this pound of flesh  can't weigh that much so we pay in tomorrow's we pay in days we pay with hope in unspeakable ways forgiveness is slipping grace lost its place and yet we strive  towards yesterday's race i speak out of feelings i speak from my fear i speak so the weak can't possibly hear i have holes too way deep in my soul in places where hope just looses its hold love conquers all love finds the sting that reminds us of purpose and brings back our dreams now to the failures now to the grave a heartbeat away with words to enslave words that we speak words that we give words born of flesh that hide how we live bleeding is simple breathing is pain peace etched in stone has forgotten our name here's my agenda here is my need growth now consumed in the fictions we read  fiction or not  we all know the plot this

tiny word giant lie heres to tiny little people living tiny little lives careful not to risk too much such tiny little eyes screaming little voices behind there sound proof walls twisted pale reflection snapping selfies down the halls slipping on opinions as their plastic flowers fade blasted in the sunlight while the real ones die in shade heres to tiny people living tiny little days if only they could just look up in simple little ways it's this moment that were given this moment is our gift don’t step on all your blessings for tomorrows promised bliss matt francis

  to: Na’jeir and his family love: Matt Francis   how do you say hello  to those new unyielding eyes whose hope is set in you yet can't tell you why he cries   how do you say what love is when you've never felt so much for these little feet that mark the street where sidewalk chalk has smudged   how do you say it’s all right  when he wakes up with his fears though you feel so insecure as you wipe away his tears   how do you say great job though he missed the winning shot tomorrow swells with hopes new smells as potential stirs the pot   how do you say I love you as he takes his teacher’s hand he looks so small in school’s great halls this seems uncharted land   how do you say goodbye at the beginning of a life son, brother, student, friend his silence brings it’s knife   how do you say a word to his name now etched in stone the weight of loss is too much cost  sliced a void here in our home    how do you say it’s all right to his classmates and his friends his smile that filled