Freedom in Fences

Short Life Signifigant Light how do you say goodbye to the beginnings of a soul a beautiful girl fast becoming a woman in deaths forbidding hole silent are the footsteps blinding is her chair that sits across the bedroom where once she brushed her hair this world is madness this life is a lie as i sit and watch the promise of a future pass us by future is as future does it holds the now just because it’s never what it seems how do you play pretend so people feel secure their hope won’t shatter in an instant like it did for her like it did for us like it did for me like it will day by day until we stop and see tomorrow is never promised the past is set in stone the now we hold till we grow old will make or break our home future is as future does it holds our hope just because it’s subject to our God we thought we new his goodness we thought we new his love yet loss has left us speechless as we scream at him above you can’t imagine  the hollow place this life now greets  with warm embrac

A Victim Of Choice there's blood in the water there are lies on the vine each step each sip revealing such poison over time   If human is a way of being then life is left to choice each step each sip revealing the power we give each voice whispered warfare in my thoughts the voice of flesh or soul to boast each step each sip revealing which one I feed the most ... matt francis

death and dimples if i die  before i wake 
i'll hold your hand 
for old time sake i’ll kiss the ground 
salute the sun
 cling to ash 
till eternity comes we're on a role 
in this fish bowl
 fed by the lie
 that we have control and yet i wake
 i reach 
i scream
 as if my life
 could mean a thing so where does it end
 nobody knows 
the lie that we feed 
is the thought that will grow yet who is he 
 who hears our cry 
takes hold of our hurt 
and dissolves the lie seems he is me
 without all the shame
 despite my mistakes 
he still calls my name purpose is there 
you reap what you eat
 fine wine on the vine
 or crumbs off the street this is the day
 the now of our skin 
the moment where choice
 could save us again he is the vine
 we are vignettes 
inside of his grace
 there are no regrets 
... 
matt francis

Michael Rousseau   Painting "The Dying Slave" See More Of His Work TOXIC PAINTING have you experienced a soul leaving hard clinched hands as hearts are clinging
 have you seen the final curtain eyes gone cold  do you know for certain these thoughts that you cling to will hold this cost as moment by moment is all but lost time is the canvas were given to paint fractal gardens not imagined saints yet in our pride we find our stride as day by day we die inside and yet we strive to be right i am a perfect picture of imperfection sifting sand with mortal hands finding cause to fight monster hope will not erect this moment now it's all but wrecked if love is based in i love is not love  which alters  when it alteration finds  but sifts with the sifter sifting  and is kind to not rewind
 NOW is all we have expectation at the altar It's ours to grab CHOOSE your perspective w

Generations of Me if your dad's still around go visit his "man cave"  sit with him in stories of  ridiculous days find him where he is  in the middle of cliche his now is much more  than this world wants to say truth be told i miss him in all his shortcomings his last breath brought loss most want to forget yet HC is me  with generations invested i choose now in love  HOPE has no regrets matt francis 

  Papa lion - loving dreamer there is a roar that rises above the crowd amongst the ashes  a love so loud it finds us solace it finds us still this pride that binds and blinds at will this roar now gone still calls to me beyond the grave beyond the sea a setting sun a work begun such light in death a pleasing son all his flaws and birth to strife we're not enough to steal his life he found his place a forgotten space and there he chose to run his race no movie made or statue erect and yet the world will soon reflect John Gladstone came and in Christ's name he found the lost  Beneath their shame he fed them grace embraced his place and now he'll rise to see God's face Farewell my friend Farewell for now Your light in life Still burns somehow It burns in friendship Though It hurts so much It burns in those Who's lives you tuched Here's to the Lion we lay to rest heart like an ocean He gave his best A dreamer A papa A husband My friend Your light not gone It journe