Love
This Dilapidated Place
This dilapidated place is not my abode.
The shifting sky is seen wherever I go.
The rat-riddled river is not from Venice.
The eroding steps are not the Spanish.
The picturesque walk is not too pleasant
And the town always seems to have a strange scent.
All this has been taken into consideration
Yet I have not left for a different station
Because although I know all of this is true,
This is the place where I met you
And whilst you reside in this meagre area,
This is my world and it will be forever.
Matt Phillips
Only You
Success no longer matters to me,
In life it’s only yours I see.
Such confusion- I’ll let it be.
Hand in hand for eternity.
Rattling over battling waves.
Facing foes and appearing brave.
Too far out to attempt to save.
With all my strength a path I’ll pave.
Understanding this peculiar earth.
Outsiders view with insider’s birth.
Unwanted, chasen from this turf,
Yet needed, fear now has no worth.
Matt Phillips
The Perosive Form
The perosive form
Delectable in its ignorance
Forbidden for xylorous feel
Incantating arrobiance and
Fawcalling shublayous.
Whallack down me, whallack.
Phissle my senses until Li.
Crazzle all my minds.
I must go for I have
No worth in your presence.
Matt Phillips
A Perfect Farewell
My friend, I may never see you again,
Too overwhelmed for standard emotions.
We may meet when finally The Earth does end.
That hope is all I pray on.
But as I sit and think: only memories should make me sad,
As I’m stunned and I block out all life.
A true and confident smile I have-
How we struggled through the strife.
I cannot cry- nay not because I’m numb
‘Tis a happier reason by far.
For your love and thoughts of me, strong one,
Overcome me, as we see the same star.
Matt Phillips
You, Who Once Lightened My Day
You, who once lightened my day
Now wish to throw me away
Into the pit of forget
Left with such powerful regrets.
You, with excited eyes
Are in darkness now you cry.
No more will you see a whole me.
Recent times create transparency.
You, who words cannot impress
Have allowed no chance to regress.
Now, when we meet, there is pain.
Are our meetings all in vain?
You, my saviour, are gone.
You helped me to live on.
Survival creates amazing will.
I’ll climb that impossible hill.
Matt Phillips
The Moment
Why when I wake
With a thousand worries to rectify,
Do I only think of you
And your loving, honest eyes?
My mind erodes each second,
As insignificant memories go.
I see a vivid look, a smile
Remembering warmth, though recalling snow.
I watch the living day
Though only my eyes record the light.
A standing sleep sullens my face
Of me saving you from plight.
Matt Phillips