Biography of Matthew McKellar
Matthew McKellar is a Poet born on April 18, th 1985. in Bowling Green Ohio. Matt was raised as a child in Toledo, Ohio Spent His Teenage Years in Michigan now Lives in Maine, As a child Matt took up reading poems and writing poems. He comes from a broken home and often blames himself for life's misfortunes.
Matthew McKellar Poems
A Message For The Meek
Tell me not in mournful words that the devil will destroy my soul. For out of love I have been kind and humble God's favor is my goal. Tell me not in a simple glance that his favor I do not seek. For this is why I have been very tolerable and with love I have given the good word to the meek.
A simple word is all I need. Please treat me with kindness and love for this I plead. I have lived a life full of pain sometimes I find myself questioning all I have left to gain. Oh lord please hear my cry and know I am searching for the truth and finding that your love has been with me since my youth. But now, now I am getting older. Smarter, wiser, kinder, bolder. For one can glance and see for it is you who created all things. But now the time has come for a question of doubt. I am always in pain with no love can this world be found but upon life's complaint I find it sad you have allowed me to endure, but through peoples hate I found love can still be pure. So give me a simple word for I am a simple man. If I die will my memory stay with you until that day comes for which you have a plan. So I find comfort in you for you are all I need amen!
Trapt in a world that changes all the time, It's main attitude is read between the lines. What has happened to the world? I was taught down from Heaven the Devil was hurled. I dream a time the world will be happy, A day that for once maybe people will care, A time of peace where no pain can be found. A day the worlds rulers won't drive the people into the ground.
Help Me Lord
Help me lord walk through this Black Abyss! Show me your compassion and seal it with a kiss. For my body is in pain, And I can no longer sleep at night. My life has no more to gain, and nothing left to offer, I am only left with a feeling of despair. I constantly want to pull out my hair. I feel as if I am in 'Death Mode'. Everything is going black! I awake to a feeling of doom, as if I can no longer live, Life sees me as if I am one it can not forgive. I hear this spirit with a deep voice say ' Everything you do will fail, Your youthful skin color will go away and you will be pale.' I can no longer see the light. Help me Lord! Oh Lord? Why was I put here? I ask this question, but the truth the answer I will never know.
Could it be that I still love thee, the twinkle in your eye your voice so soft speaking to me without a care or the smell of your hair Your pretty blue eyes melt me as you stare without your love my dearest I would cry and wish that I would die for your love is sweet like milk and honey Would you still love me if I didn't have any money? I know times are hard and this world is changing but as for my life I find it rearranging to think, Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? , And where would I be if I couldn't have thee? Sure or love has sailed but alas how could it be that life has closed the binds on me I try to care but I can't find Loves key to set me free 1 last question remains How old will I be when love will once again set me free? - Matthew McKellar MCN:
Alone I sit and alone I sleep No one beside me as I look out in the morning mist Alone I write this poem and weep No lover for me to hug and no lover for me to kiss
Could it be that I still love thee, the twinkle in your eye your voice so soft speaking to me without a care or the smell of your hair Your pretty blue eyes melt me as you stare without your love my dearest I would cry and wish that I would die for your love is sweet like milk and honey Would you still love me if I didn't have any money? I know tim