Larger Than The Distance

You know of all my weaknesses-
How my every fault you must endure,
But you also know what's in my heart,
Though I sometimes fail to do my part,
How my love for you is sure.

Sorrows weigh and trials subdue;
They're not what life's about.
So we know when we reach the end of the rope,
That it's fed by faith; it endures by hope;
Our love is stronger than Doubt.

Work - a means to afford time with you.
How much is wasted to earn a dime.
How life has little and Eternity none,
When time is all I want and forever is all I need,
When all is said and done,
I know our love will outlast Time.

People die and things always change,
But nothing really ends.
I'll know when you take your last breath
That hope is still strong
And our lives will go on,
And our love is stronger than Death.

If I have my choice, we'll go together;
I'll take my every step right by your side.
So if the Angel of Death comes for me alone,
He'll meet my soul's resistance;
But if I succumb or if I fall
And we must be parted after all,
I'll know our love is larger than the distance.

20 March 2004

The Crazy Things We Do (song)

I'm not trying to be bad
I'm just trying not to be sad
Don't want to make you hurt
By needing to be heard
And I am still listening to everything you say and do
And I still love you

Lover, can't you see
you've got the whole of me
I know I ain't it all
But darlin' it's your call
Cuz we are just people with the crazy things we do
And I still love you.

Baby, You slay me, You're crazy, for loving me.

I know I do my part
To devestate your heart
You suffocate my soul
And I am left with holes
But in the end you'll fill them with the wondrous things you do
And I still love you
Cuz we are just people with the crazy things we do
And I still love you.

More Of Your Love

When I saw you sitting there,
Glamour written everywhere
The way you laugh, the way your hair
Caught my eye,
And how you dress with so much style,
You must have known you drove me wild,
And though I've walked a million miles,
Couldn't walk on by
So I sat down and asked your name
Had to be in your game
And I'd never be the same
So...

Give me, give me more of your love
I can't get enough
Give me what I can't resist
You know how to make me smile
You make it all worthwhile
So come and give me one more kiss,
And show me what I've missed.

It might be something in your eyes
I can't explain what there lies,
But how they shine I realize
what I have to do
There's no doubt you are the best
You put my body to the test
I lately have no need for rest,
Just more of you
To grab you tightly by the hips,
Touch you with my fingertips,
Pull you close and taste your lips,

So give me, give me more of your love
I can't get enough
You brought me to my knees
You're more than any other girl
You really rock my world
So now I'm begging please,

Give me give me more of your love
I can't get enough
Give me what I can't resist
You know how to make me smile
You make it all worthwhile.
So won't you give me one more kiss
And show me what I've missed

Darling you shine like sunshine (Song)

Darling you shine like sunshine
And I'm fine because you're mine
Darlin' you glow like moon glow
And I know I love you so.

Darlin', when we first met I
Knew I needed you in my life
You gave me something, what I always wanted
What I knew I needed to have in my wife

How I need to be this close
I'm in your body; you're in my soul
And I complete you; you give me hope
And I fulfill you; you make me whole

Bodies entwining, love refining
Hold me tight and don't let go
Exchange of breath, exchange of touch
How we belong they'll never know

You know I need you, can't deny you
Long to feel you deep within you
And how you need me to pull you to me
And how that feeling
Just goes right through me

And how you told me that there's no other
That there could never be another lover
Who could reach you that place that I do
Make you feel the way you want to

Now this longing knows no bounds
How it consumes me, takes my heart
You give me meaning; I'm your purpose
How I'd perish if we part

And all I am and all I have
Is yours, that we two may be one
I couldn't see what we'd begun
Or how we'd fit, what we'd become

Darlin' you shine, like sunshine
And I'm fine because you're mine
Darlin' you glow like moonglow
And I know I love you so.

Inspiration

The writer sat there, at the table,
Late one Winter’s night
Looking about him, scratching his head,
But no idea was in sight.
He fidgeted with his fingers.
He twisted in his chair.
No words or thoughts would come to him
As he sat and twirled his hair.
Despite the writer’s restlessness
And the sleepiness he fought,
He could not fathom what to say,
The poetry that he sought.
He scribbled a few words here.
A line he added there.
He could not seem to conjure much
But he suddenly did not care.
For it had just occurred to him
That what he wrote was fine.
Inspiration comes to some of us
One line at a time.

Dec. 21, 1998

The Last

I am the last man on the earth,
Third planet from the sun,
With the one and only testimony
Of Father Time undone.
I recall the dreadful day
When the people gathered ‘round.
The folks began to drink and play,
And then there came a sound-
A tremble that was loud as hell;
It shook apart the ground.
My only escape was a well
That I just happened to have found.
What happened next, more gruesome still.
Fire poured down from the sky.
It fell and fell to the ground until
The end of us was nigh.
The result of which, the earth blew up,
An atomic blast of sorts.
It scared the life out of me ‘til
I nearly wet my shorts.
Now I sit upon a crescent
Out in the midst of space,
With a tired, frustrated look
Of boredom on my face.
-1996

The Lad Ted

Once there was a lad named Ted.
No one knew, but he was dead.
His corpse would rot and rot each day.
Townsmen only saw him from far away.
Each day his stench got worse and worse
And neighbors started to disburse.
No one knew that it was Ted,
For no one knew poor Ted was dead.
Friends waved as they saw him every day,
For he always sat there anyway-
At the corner of his house, in his wooden chair,
And for hours on end, he just sat there;
Sat there under his window sill,
Sat and sat, always still.

Then one day a neighbor saw
That birds were pecking at Ted’s jaw.
So he came running to the place
As the fowls attacked poor Ted’s face.
He grabbed the hose and sprayed at Ted,
And washed the skin right off his head.
And when he saw that Ted was fodder,
He said, “What on Earth is in this water?!”
1995

The Martyr of Mytown

Not long ago in Mytown, there was a martyr.
He suffered for a cause I do not know.
But how he suffered made all the difference.
He took no thought of his legacy;
He just stood for what was right and paid the price.
For what he suffered exactly, I cannot remember,
But I know I thought it important when I did.
 
It probably was not important to him that he be remembered,
But I decided to remember him.
At least one person would.
One person would stand by him;
No one should be completely abandoned.
So what if I do not remember what it was he lived for?
What matters is that I remember that he suffered for something.

It was a good thing, I am certain,

Although now and then I seem alone in my admiration.
I wonder if it was all worth it.
Some would think his sacrifice in vain.
No one knows what he did; no one feels his pain.
But I wonder if it matters in the greater view of things.

But is it right that I am the only one who remembers him?

But my thoughts of him are my tribute.
My rememberance of him, my sacrifice.
I am the standing monument to his victory.
We all need a monument.
I admire him, but do I really want to be like him?
Will it even matter that I remember him?
How does he benefit and how do I?

You are right; who is the Martyr of Mytown
That we should remember him?
Mytown is too close for someone great to come from there.
Let us forget the Martyr of Mytown;
Let someone else remember him.
It is impossible for something of great value to happen here.
It is too recent to be important to us.
 
Too new to be history, too old to be current,
Let it go. It is not our fight anyway,
Moreover, it is not our business.
It is not good to follow speculation and rumor, for it serves no purpose.
In fact, I am certain, there was no martyr in Mytown.
 

July 31, 1999

Christopher Ian Matt

Like a Planet 'Round a Shining Star

Like a planet 'round a shining star
Whose orbit's broken, then flung far,
Cast away by the star's mighty swing,
It's gravitational arm, to bring
It hurling into the dark abyss,
Never to think of, never to miss,
Gains momentum in its flight through space
To settle in some unknown far place,
Trailing fear and longing in its wake
With its life and comfort to forsake,
 
I fall fast and faster grasping at
Air and not finding anything that
I can anchor to, to stop the drive
As I plummet further, as I dive,
And never knowing what lay ahead,
Better or worse, what I'll know instead,
Accepting that I may never go
Back and have the life I used to know,
Remembering a lifetime away,
Things that happened only yesterday.
 
Falling, falling still, then something new -
Gravity - a pull, direction to
Guide my course, bend my path, curve my flight,
An illusion, or some goal in sight,
A destination, perhaps, but an
Upward swing to be sure, better than
A downward spiral, uncontrolled fall
In a wrong direction and with all
The burden that crushes to create
A hole of inescapable weight.
 
A star may catch if attraction's strong
Or it may sling a planet along,
But its influence is no less felt
In its motion and its warmth may melt
Frozen waters and grant it air,
Stifle suffocation, give life where
None was found or it had diminished.
Strengthened for when the journey's finished,
The sphere finds a new ellipse, abides
A time, calls home the orbit it rides.
 
As planets, stars, motion's consistent;
We know not whence came or whither went,
But that they are lost from view, veiled
In darkness, when onward have sailed
And carried our hearts but not our eyes,
Left us to wonder and theorize,
To hope and dream, to pray and yearn for,
To accept what fate has left before
Us, wait the day when it does behoove
Us to venture, as all things, to move.

Christopher Ian Matt 

27 September, 2005

Pardon Me Sir, Could You Tell Me Which Way The Wind Is Blowing

Pardon me, sir,
Could you tell me which way the wind is blowing?
Sometimes this way, sometimes that
I hardly know if it's rain or snowing
And my head is here to hold my hat.
 
Wadsworth, Waldo? No Walt Whitman?
Whitman? No, today Walt Disney.
Your rhyme and verse, now that's just shit, man,
I'm with Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee.
 
You like my song? I was only sneezing.
I mean, why thank you kindly sir.
It is in substance whatever's pleasing
I knew an expert would infer.
 
Ma'am of course I love your verses.
I like the ones you recite in bed
I'm spent; could you tone down the curses?
No, I'm not sleeping, I'm only dead.

Counterculture, neoclassic, feminist, gay?
Every week a new school of thought.
What? It was so good yesterday!
I did just what my dealer taught!

An Orthodoxy of radicalism?
Our contradictions make the chaos.
Like Luther, create another schizm
Always room for another cross

I'll sit unmoving as the world turns
While you can go against the grain.
They want a new way to burst the urns
And I can only play insane.

Christopher Ian Matt

May 9, 2009