Freedom in Fences

 manipulated moments show me i own it crowding my wondering mind sip and slip  i steer my ship ignoring what’s  left behind the winds my friend i think in the end  it’s passion tears through waves a torrent of pleasure it does not measure this sin as i’m digging my grave i live in death  even though i have breath this ride is all i see it’s  the now of my skin inviting me in extracting pieces of me my spirit is split though ignoring it seems to cover my shame for now with each episode my body explodes yet my joy is flung from the bow erotic hate is served on a plate of bodies whispering lies the powerful moans and festering groans help to cover what i now despise despicable me eats of this tree and all it’s promising treasure until in the end embarrassed again i seek love in such deadly pleasure  ... matt francis Side Note From Matt:   With Christ, all things are possible!  Only in the experience of Jesus can we overcome our carnal nature.  Get to God... He's got you! love eternal

  Lori's Leading Role there is no sleep for Agamemnon tonight his wife his life  has left us her furies taking flight take to the skies with vengeance as wicked spirits soar destroy  the lies that held Lori’s eyes we must hear you roar roar like theres no tomorrow roar to tear at pride roar so near that all can hear this loss we feel inside Lori’s light has left us our cheerleader on the field her smile could call the sunlight with a laugh that would not yield she loved to play her roles on life’s stage that set her free big or small she played them all in ways that inspired me she found sweet romance in the art of dance where the music stole her heart her talent grew and we all knew this too would be her part yet she struggled in her reflection as i’m sure we can all relate though full of doubt as she paced about she never turned to hate as a mother she found hope a passion in her soul her self-neglect did not reflect this love that made her whole her children were her purpose a r

  THIS MORTAL GAME OF THRONES i know your bleeding gonna die from those wounds so here’s a hand crafted card saying “get well soon” don’t worry about infection or the blood down your spine the graves gonna find you at just the right time here, take my hand let’s walk as if whole just for a moment while you still have a soul don’t mind the pain don’t process these thoughts gotta measure your size for that cold metal box what was it for all your worry and shame all the regret in your net full of sorrow and blame tomorrow will not find you when he visits again today came to say farewell now my friend your moment is coming you’re leaving us soon such surprise  in your eyes tears reflecting the moon we hold to the earth these buckets of bones ashes of tomorrow burn bright on our thrones such thrones that we crafted with these bloody hands reveal our ambitions our dreams and demands some burn with hope some burn with fear others burn out just waiting to hear… i love you ... matt francis Dedi

Today I Met An Effort today I met an effort she asked to come inside i held her from my gaze  as i tried run and  hide nock nock nocking at my door that effort stood why’re you here i whispered in fear while peaking through my hood i'm here to see you through all the mistakes that you've made all the silly pride that  burns inside and affects how you behave i'm here to bring you hope in the truths that set you free the truth of who you really are the truth of who sent me your too late i said while shaking my head i can’t see through all this shame my hope a tree  that died in me buried beneath this blame no more lies she said in a commanding tone as she gently touched my face this prison you keep is not your home as i was invited to her embrace you are a new creation each day you rise from sleep made in your maker’s image his love for you is deep come and meet your worth her arms now open wide i was sent here by our papa to dissolve that fear you hide though the journey is

  Model: @EllieHrin  Photo By: @MattFrancis7 The Maker’s Me Am i the only one that wakes up to me The me that i see  i don’t want to be No matter how far I run Or where I hide can't shake this me That haunts me inside It’s a me with new wrinkles It’s a me with such shame It’s a me that can’t see Any worth in my name I am what i eat As i chew on such lies I feast on the beast That stares in these eyes Where did me go The one that i liked The one who had fun Full of hope and delight Did i drown him in crap These mistakes that i made It’s the shit that just sits As i hide in the shade Covered in darkness This me wants to stare At a past that won’t last Yet it holds me right there There Where is there this quicksand of death How did i arrive And is this my last breath With this last breath I choose to hold To a voice i can’t see But who’s call is so bold Where did it come from This voice growing loud How did it see me Out here in this cloud Suddenly a single word Pulls me into the ligh

  Patrick's Song no promise for tomorrow yet today is spent in dream about an empty   life we long for and a past that makes us scream stuck inside a moment he made a desperate choice free will in hand he stood in sand and cut away his voice patrick’s days are finished though his song rings in our ears his distant eyes will haunt our cries as we mourn throughout the years his hurt was met with arms that now dissolves the pain though his rage was loud to any crowd it was silenced by a name Jesus took the lies that patrick held since birth he crushed them at the cross so his soul could meet it’s worth here’s to patrick on his birthday though he left us way to soon go be ridiculous with Jesus there beyond the darkest moon Happy Birthday Patrick Love Eternal! ... matt francis