Freedom in Fences

 Fecal Fortress there is a frequency to failure a sound that draws me in it holds me with familiar hands it seeps beneath my skin it promises such freedom if i just lay down and quit it convinces me i deserve it as i make my bed in shit denial meets me on the ground and caresses me with lies she tries to bury all my shame with her calm seductive eyes i lose myself in her as her lips now spark my skin each kiss a burning dagger that embraces all my sins “you are just a victim” she whispers with those lips “save your cares for later”  sung in rhythm with her hips i spiral into ecstasy  as she touches all my fears she buries them this fecal fortress a home for all these years “stay with me forever” she pleads while tasting sweat her tongue knows no limits as my satisfactions met at the peak of my release she falls onto my chest buried in her auburn hair i simply choose to rest ... matt francis

  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

The Power Of Now Remembering 9-11 towers in the distance moments still so near crumbling walls and exploding halls tried to drown us all in fear lives cut short by hatred grown in a distant state now reveal compassion as we stop to commemorate life is just so precious yet our day to day reveals until we stop to see a soul we loose sight of how to feel relationships are what matter as we embrace through the tears those we lost is too much cost so let forgiveness dissolve our fears the now we hold is all we have back then is set in ink our tomorrow is not promised so let’s reflect on how we think thoughts will turn to action as we leave this moment sore so instead of what we are against let’s unite under what we are for ... with all my love dedicated to all who lost loved ones on 9-11 matt francis 9/11/2018

what happens in a moment affects our spiraling days days that turn to lifetimes in insignificant ways thoughts that seemed important formed on words to hide their shape prove my heart will cease its rhythm if i allow them to escape so i’ll say what keeps me safe behind this wall now made of tears made of fire and the hope i lost as we compromised the years i’ll say just enough to avoid your subtle wrath i’ll turn my back and not look back as i seek a hidden path a path that has no light in sight a path that narrows still a path that hides me from your stare far from expectations will i’m headed now to him to the maker of my skin to the one who called me son before I met him as my friend  the one who calls my name though I want to hide my face i lift my eyes to his light now bright from his overwhelming grace grace that sees my darkened past grace that knows my shame grace that defies my human eyes as he echos out my name come my son we’

Cookie Cutter Death we live in a cookie cutter home with cookie cutter trees and a cookie cutter lawn filled with cookie cutter leaves we walk a cookie cutter sidewalk   to   our cookie cutter drive with a cookie cutter job that shades what it means to be alive no promise for tomorrow yet today is spent in dream about a life not yet achieved   and a past that makes us scream yet our maker is ever calling in our cookie cutter days with a promise based in purpose in his super natural way though i know i don’t deserve it with my cookie cutter pride i surrender to the simple thought that in Christ i can abide .... matt francis

Are you a human "being?" Or A Human "Doing?" There is nothing we can "do" to get God to desire a relationship with him more!  We just have to accept what has already been done!  He desires to be with us regardless of "doing good deeds!" Are we human doing or are we human beings?   IMPORTANT TO NOTE: Self discipline is a fruit of the spirit.  So often we think we have to do "self discipline" on our own... However, it can be a fruit of abiding in Christ if we just learn to lean on him!  

Last Impressions  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 takes hold 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 i reap what i eat fine wine on the vine or crumbs off the street this is the day the now of my skin the moment where choice could save me again he is the vine we are vignettes  inside of his grace there are no regrets ... matt francis

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