Matt Meade

Some threw strikes and had to cheer,
One cursed and missed them all.
I’ll miss the lane and lose the game,
And have myself a ball.

-Matt Meade

It’s a hot Alabama day by the pool,
With dogs on the grill and the kids out of school.
I never get tired of making them laugh,
So I’m dripping with sweat from acting a fool.

Back at the house there’s a message held fast
That reads like a smile from a ghost of my past:
“I heard you were here but I see that you’re gone”.
My life is a record that skips at the last.

By the river at night it’s still getting hotter.
I relax in the grass and reflect in the water
Where visions of fireworks dance on the waves,
While having a drink with Liberty’s daughter.

-Matt Meade

Two friends pass in a dark place,
Separated by mere inches and years,
They stop, they stare, puzzled.

Then realization crosses their face,
Strangers turn to brothers and go for beers,
All night long they guzzled.

-Matt Meade

It’s been too long since I felt at home,
Till the sun came up I traveled.
State by state…

But I keep my bearings as I roam,
Striped highways turned to graveled.
Worth the wait…

-Matt Meade

It’s dark on the road –
I want to find the right side
May I cross the line?

-Matt Meade

I went to out for drinks with Jose and Jen today and there was a guy there playing guitar live.

I hadn’t seen live music performed in a long time and I was totally inspired by it. Very beautiful stuff. It sounds corny but it really helped me and I feel like getting some things out now. Thanks Curt!

Therefore I’ve decided to start writing again, 1 poem a day for my upcoming vacation, it’ll be fun!

I’ve been more into deviant art lately, and less into My Space. So if you want the full scoop, read my journal there too. I’m likely to update one or the other, not both.

A shell of a man, still standing where my soul died.

I raised my head toward the setting sun and through my pain and tears, through these sin-stained eyes, I looked at the ruin my life had become and for the first time I saw everything in painful clarity.

I parted my shaking lips and croaked bitter words. That is where I gave up all hope.

-Matt Meade