Give this a look:)

Definately give "Floetry" a look, and a listen :)
LOve you.

My bro

I love you Matt!!!!

i live

I keep thinking
of solutions
to a problem
not yet spoken
tracing circles
on the dark walks
of my mind

and your face
once very vibrant
barly flickers
as a ripple
left in time

so i cry
just to remember
and i live
to lie again
still can't look you in the face
to say you never seem to
fill that space
in me

not over

Not over by a long shot. I actually got hired to do some digital graphic commercial work. Indepently of course. :) So that's kept me busy for days. Oh, one of my poems is going to published - hardcover! So I'm syked. I'll post again soon. Working hard for now :)

Love you.

Child

smiling tides
pass over sleeping forms
like ripe bellies
swelling with
unrecognized joy

you are gods
cause you are strong
life becons the soul inside
no going back
one way track

everyone needs you
or just he will
no running this time
escape inside
love unconditional
this child

Forgiveness

we were once
so special
never getting enough
of warm inviting arms

it's hard sometimes
for a heart to forgive
even harder
when its yourself

i watch you sleep
and can't help
but feel that we're in fall
constantly

Changing shades
unpredictable
unless you count
all those yesterdays

what happened
to piano in the rain
hazy days
silently content

with my head
on your chest
i flew miles away
while you spoke

i know you're here
everyday i see you
more transparent
still i miss you

come back :(

Painting

Hey webheads,

Spent the day elbow deep in clay and paint. Hopefully I'll have some digital pictures up soon so you can see the finished work. I'm back to it, love ya. And if you haven't checked it out yet you can read about my first book here: NinjaPress.com

Say Goodbye to Last Night

say goodbye to last night
a feeling left inside
a sacred experience
glows to bright to hide

try to keep you distant
far from lips
pressed hard
god my mind is slipping
will you ever know i'm here

i know this dream is ending
i know you'll soon be gone
but this night is far from over
i know i felt you care

what happened to tomorrow
i pushed it all away
sacrificed my sunlight
to share shadows
in this bed.

Sidewalk Truth

I come
from the land
of dirt
where life is real
and art
is a lifeline
reveiling sunlight
through a paper cup

6 metal strings
make fingers dirty
as they slide
through tones of truth
don't stop me
I'll die happy
just come close enough
so i can smell you
sweet and salty

i miss the light
but who can see
wrong and right
in the dark
of the sidewalk

Tragedy Is You

tragedy has struck again
you're so unlucky
when will you decide
that you have had enough

i know your sorry
but with no regrets
then who's to say
you ever had
the right to choose
to fall

now you're naked
and you're walking
'round your neighborhood
at three a.m.
fucking tired
just exhausted
and i wonder
if you
ever cared at all

this is the end
of your halo

i've looked inside
and what i find's
disgusting
a reflection
of all those things
i just don't like
in me

thank you for my inspiration
i just wish it didn't
hurt so bad for you
for you.

--I wrote this piece as a song really, when i got my first Gibson(love of my life). I love to sing, this piece is kinda punk/emo. I know those are polar opposites :)One of my favorites really. If anyone ever wants to make music just drop me an email skyegreen@gmail.com . Love you!--

Dreamlike

been gone for days
on a search for self
but nothings changed

when am i enough
to satisfy me
how far can i go
to how great a degree
can i bend over backwards
to recognize
what's in front of me

to close to grab
and to personal to love
it spells out my disaster
hold fast
fall faster

my sweet
velvet glove
casts hearts that
once listened
into a state where
they're too pissed to reason

turning smile into friend
and friend into lover
attatched to a form
i forget
I am
only one dream
- one lost
in another.

Hungry

if only there was more time
for tomorrow today
and every secret left behind
could find it's proper place

then we could stop running
perhaps even provide
if we just didn't care again
our family could survive

it sucks that we're so selfish
always chasing happiness
but why am i so empty
and you, constantly depressed

Just fit into their system
commit to all their lies
reality of walking dead
society of flies.

Takes money to eat.

Figured it out

I added a wishlist :) Just the necessities.

Stuck

Sorry guys. I got stuck here for a while. Facinated and inspired in a dark way. :)If you haven't yet- take a look at PostSecret. Then drop me a line.

What happened?

what happened
to the streetside poet
the teller of truths
the painter of worldly masks
what happened
to the one behind
the one beside
and ahead
once everywhere
but rare
i say
we need to hear it
come forward
to your revolution
words to capture
a forgotten
generation
a nation
of artists
living by the word
and dying by the word
starving for expression
pressed for lines
we sit as angels
on high
writing on mortal
time.

Out of Place

brown grass hills
in churchyard contemplation
animals caw
future revelation
the sun
hours from setting
rests quietly
above trees
with few
colored leaves
souls behind me
trapped or voluntary
birds fly
but never know
how many
follow behind
always heading toward
a kingdom of light

Ebay

I have decided to break down and learn to sell some of my art on ebay. Anybody have any pointers. I'll spend most of today studying, but I wrote some great southern gothic pieces when I was out of town yesterday. I'll post those later tonight. I love you ;)

i am

i am creation
time
the blissful feeling
that comes
from understanding
change will come
and i wait forgiveness
that rests
behind my own
reluctant eyes
a deep pool
surrounding soul
composed of
incalculable volumes
head so full
i'm helpless
constantly
surrendering
to creation

travel

So I've been offered a place to stay in Varanasi,India. I'd love to study the history, spirituality, art and culture. Anyone got any ideas on how to get there. I know a ton of artists travel. But how? :)

jazzin

i take you in my hands
hard yet fragile
dry now
but inside i find
you moist and
sticky
beautiful in your shape
set softly on the table
taken back to
the dawn of time
ancient ritual
drives mind to rhyme
maybe its me
jazzin
filled with your
rhythm
placed to my lips
i breathe you in
and out pours the sadness
slipping
arched
tight
nice
exhale lusty
shades of you