Tag Archives: Matthew Louis Roth Poetry

I will always be here… Sunday / November 2, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

I will alway be here 
Always always 
All ways 
For all times 
Never ever ever 
Not never never 
Always and forever 
I will always be here 

With you 

Du isst Mitagessen 
Du isst Abendessen 
Du isst Frûhstuck. 

I am always there. 
Giving birth 
Opening bottles and cans 
Learning new languages
Finding new ways 
To scape the earth
To feel the dirt 
Between our fingers

We play the wet sand like a harp

Wa ask strangers for the way to go
We grow tired o
f ourselves
Look outward for reasons

We play games for meaning
We ring the bells 

We try different things 
We love different people
At different times

But I know what I need
I need more hugs
Every day
This I know is true
I need more hugs 
I need more hugs from you

(This poem was originally recited on November 2, 2014 at  Munzgazza 13 in Tubigen, Germany)

I am a farmer… Friday , October 30, 2014 / Barenbach, Germany #SchwervonPoetry

I am a Farmer
Slicing up the air
Like bread
I am a warrior artist
Harvesting the wind

You have a choice
Unlike the mud
To hear the music
Or the noise

You have a choice
Like a child’s hand on a hot stove
To see the beauty
Or the ugly

There is no answer blowing around
The wind has no Godhead
There is no judgement or opinion
The only voice is the donky on the hill

You see the love
In the machine
Or you don’t

You hear home
in the leaves of the trees
Or you smell the hell

Islands are part of the ocean
We grow stronger
Like the sand
Always giving, giving, giving

We let it sink to the bottom
Like buried treasure
Deep into the cold mud
The fish flow over it
They cover it with
Their shits

Here lies
the shit covered gold
Where it hurts no one

(This poem was originally recited on October 31, 2014 at Shorty’s in Barenbach, Germany)

The meat of life is for sharing… Wednesday, October 29, 2014 / Lille, France #SchwervonPoetry

I am a bird
Kakaww. Kakaww.
L’oiseaux ce moi.

It’s a Charlie Brown
Kind of day.

There is alway a path for fear
Sometimes you can taste it
Like sugar in the frosting
Of an expensive pastery

And sometimes
it is a smell
Like the tired dead skin
That collects behind the ears
Of an old man

The greatest fear is that
It is all for nothing

All the work and the stress
Worth nothing more than the energy
Burned in the process

It is why some live their lives
As though they were being filmed
Each second
of each day

We fill our blood with fire
And dance away the monster
We let our hearts share the space

The meat of life is for sharing
We consume our little deaths
Together, with strangers, like family
Like music.

(This poem was originally recited on October 29, 2014 at Bar L’imposture in Lille, France)