Lot from within
The softest flicker
A conflagration
Sometimes both
The flaws
Demonstrations
Of easy humanity
Still moving through
Each moment
Certain and still
Gaining momentum
Run your fingers through
My beard
Whisper warmth until
I growl with quiet, fluttering
Delight
Such a simple idea
What wonders lie within
Being seen
Smiled upon
As though I am
Some kind of prize
Remember
It is all a game
With one rule
You must never be boring
Whilst also being
Calm and stable
Able to bear chaos and confusion
With a warm welcome
Wrestle the titans to the earth
And bring their arms behind
Their back
Until the snap of bone
Louder than a frustrated teacher’s
Chalk
But it is a game
Played with such focus
It is impossible to tell
Whether it is a game
At
All
But you play nonetheless
Resist the temptation to change
soften
Because when the lines snap
And the silence realised its
Potential as the signs
They’ve checked out
A roll of the dice
Thrown by your intuition
But all the games
Bitter and dark
Have one weakness
You’ve never
Played
Against
Me
Before
Exhausted seconds
Spilling from my fingers
Into a thick bed of minutes
In a house built from hours
I wander these rooms
A purposeful ghost
Alive to make
My mark on these walls
Crumbling as they are
I hear you
From another room,
But this house brings
The scent of you to me
And it is the bedroom where
We find one another
And our kisses
Stop time
Breath
And thought
Like a child’s dream
Of lightning
And we don’t waste
A single
Beautiful
Moment
We are at our most inventive
Transgressive
When there is no thought
Only action
Wrestling around
A spark of conversation
A bonfire of consent
My hands, large and dark around your wrists
The right angle in the dark
A feather breath of pressure
Soft laughter and then the tight grunt
Question
Answer
Experience
On languid waves of sensation
Your pale skin against my fur
Shivering with need as we wrap around
One another
Some mysteries are solved
In the warm, damp dark
Laughing like children
A feral ballet
Hills of the sheets
And I touch your face
Sending the ache you
Inspire through everything
I
Do
Hi,
I have revised the Ogden Chronicle series into a novella.
I am looking for beta readers who can give feedback within six to eight weeks.
If you are interested, please leave a comment below or contact me via here.
The intention is to self publish this then have a similar process with Sir 2.0.
I am less prolific and more precise these days. 2019 is going to reflect the process as I look into getting my work out there.
I am also available for copywriting, writing and story consultancy work.
https://www.fiverr.com/mattblissett858
I hope everyone had a lovely season and is looking forwards to a year filled with possibilities.
Sure, I could flail around, saying we are doomed, but we are not.
In Cunning Talks, Warren Ellis talks about how we look at our technology through the lens of the future, which is always found wanting when we would be smarter to look at it through the lens of the past.
I apply a similar idea to myself. I am better than the man I was, yesterday. He’s my only competition in a great many respects. The responsibilities of such a thing make you stronger and more able to bear the tough times. My writing has been a healthy obsession for a while, and although progress is slow, I think about the things I’ve learned along the way.
The life its allowed me to create.
Whatever happens, we are in this together, walking one another home. The world will continue and we must strive to catch up or stand in place depending on our situation.
We sit
Same warm brown eyes
Equal amounts of silver
In the beards
‘So what did we learn?’
Persistence
I think I found God
After a fashion
And beneath his gaze
Real or imagined,
It did not matter
Some parts of me
Receded
Others thickened
I am leaner
Kinder to myself
But new hungers awoke
Whilst the compass
Pointed to my true north.
And still
I remain
Acute to the bitter bubbling away
Of chaos
But couched in the armour
Of purpose
I can lift my sword in defence of
Myself
Those who I love,
Near and far,
‘What about you?’
I still exist,
A tenant somewhere,
Perhaps a ghost in a dream house,
But leave me with your interest in
Self destruction
And the taste for t shirts with logos
‘I love you ‘
As you should,
I’m gorgeous.
One fades
And well,
I’m not even here,
Except
(And this will get me exiled from
Many a perfumed garden)
I
Am
Read
A single word,
And we can never be strangers
To one another,
You
And I.
there are some
I trust with my secrets
Nothing corrosive
For I’ve been to the ground with
Those
But still
The council of quiet men
Advice which cuts away
Weak and rotting thought
So I return
Hard and strong
Terse counsel
Growling in my bones
Sit with women
Knowing I spare her
My weaknesses
But not
My attention
Masculine energy renewed
In their company
Or in solitude
Both the same
Both the same
Both the same
