Matthew Fowler Poems

Those who challenge the sun, do sear in its everlasting rays.
They soar with angels in the heavens above.
Yet only for moment, in there sombering days.
And those who seek truth, in ingorant youth.
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Why am I me?
What determines our road?
Can we alter it?
I guess Ill never know.
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In darkness leapt a soul that sparred.
With the night and the insidious stars.
And with no vow, be layed to rest.
In contiunce of the withered crest.
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Young man, dont be scared.
For the night is not eternal.
The dawn will come.
You cannot the stop the sun from shining.
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Once born, left to be consumed by the lost and the damned.
He wanders, he got no where else to turn.
The sounds of that summer, still haunt him in this land.
He wants to leave he got much left learn.
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Fear layed upon a cold summers night
As the sun cowars behind the harsh moonlight.
Creaking upon the devils prarie
Lest I forget a woman named Mary.
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Since the day i was born,
no one haas been able to see.
How deep my mind goes.
A human mind a casuallity.
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If love has left you bleak, with a dark decrepid soul,
And the storm has left your heart red with flame.
And it seems like your knees are glued to the earth.
And life feels not the same.
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Golden sun drowns out the oceans tide.
On a restless moon in the warm firelight.
The sea cowering behind a redenned loom.
A young tide lost, left with no blue.
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In this world, true beauty is so hard to find.
Sacrifices laten truth but for no good reason.
Maybe that is yet know, to fall upon our minds.
Maybe thine beauty shant be true by the seasons.
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