Rex Mathew Mathew Poems

The speechless air and vacant corridors
And a silent soul waving through.
His face is firm, his face is solid.
Embraced by grief, the heavy heart trudges
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The Sun-torch lights the red Arabian sands,
And shafts of flaming light reflect off skyscrapers.
Every building like a bar of bright gold
And every road like still-burning ashes.
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I wish, among my thousand wishes,
To float among the mysteries of the night.
When the Moon beams its soulful smile,
When the darkness blankets the sleeping flowers
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Walking through a dark and mystic night,
Like crawling through a deep blind tunnel,
And edging towards a distant glow of dawn.
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There are times, when despise and hatred
Are spit like venom from the snakes around,
Infecting every bit of my power and peace.
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Bleak shadows sweep on my soul
Weary eyes drip a dreary spirit
My breath too short to soothe the brimming fire
And hope - far beyond my reaches.
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'Your wishes, my son? '
To live life for what my heart sings
And to eavesdropp wherever beauty rings,
And to flower my eyes at the Sun in the horizon.
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When the blackness of night draws in,
I resort to my bedroom window-
My personal theatre.
I dim out the lights inside
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I once stood as a young tender plant
By the wet banks of a tranquil brook.
I grew by hearing the song-bird’s chant
While lying by the great oak’s nook.
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When glancing through the mental pictures
Of pure and innocent babyhood and childhood
(Pure and innocent, in the righteous sense that
Of being distant from and unknowledgeable of
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