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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
May 14, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
God ain't a sadist as sadists pretend
He's not into flesh burning, a sizzling steak.
He is the good Guy all cloud banks is He.
So here's how this unportfolioed prophet
Sees eternity:
Hell is just Heaven with the shades drawn far down.
We still have the halos, the whispers of joy.
The only difference we the risen will find
It's devoid of the memories we left behind.
No ma's baking bread smells in anyone's hearth.
No remembering your best friend's dumb jokes
No poker with friends laughing loud like car horns
As the four of you take turns on tokes.
Every sweet past event from your book's massive pages
Erased and forgotten though you feel they are there.
Holes in your soul, devoid of light and of air.
Every smile you smiled at kittens and kids
Every comforting purr you got from Snickers the cat.
If you even saw her in her three fluffy colors
You'd puzzle out, what is that?
Your triple King size bed says that you're home
But you live there forever warm and alone.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
May 04, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
They live and march around
In an agenda driven rut.
Truth in abundance runs freely
Around above
But they are scared to look
Above the rim.
They think doing THAT
Is watching fake news or
A kind of vile sin.
I'd pity them if I were a better Christian
And if that rut weren't growing deeper
Every day
Until it cuts though the
Center of the earth, and we all
Unjust float away.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Apr 30, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
Each of us is the residue
Of our ancestors,
Phoenix rising from their ashes
Riding higher into the looming sky.
Not only farther above the shrinking earth
But in the quality of the questions
As to why.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Apr 12, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
People who've never fought dragons
Find it easy to say just obey
Obey them or pay. You die, your fault.
Comply or die.
They of course are invisible to dragons
Who only see dark shapes,
Not people. People
Are comfortably defined,
WaaIn their finery, their mantles of white;
Dragons only attack
The innocent, the guilty
All who resemble the night.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Mar 11, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
The things we were too scared to do
Haunt us more than any ghosts.
At least the spirits we see
Who lived and died
Have edges in our darkened rooms.
But all we never did, we never tried
Inside our empty places do reside
They are infinite in their scope, their size
For each one echoes off all our memories
Breed a thousand lies
About why we didn’t do them,
Why we ran away.
Why we put them off
For non-existent future days.
So in the gloom of our last eroded life.
We cling to all the joy we had and lost.
But unless we made of them a story
Complete and whole.
What we never had can eat our soul.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Mar 07, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
Home is where the heart is so many say.
But is that the only place?
Isn't it also where you can sit your naked butt
And not be chased away?
Isn't it where you can watch TV
Get up and make a snack?
A place you feel you most belong
And not where you must go back?
And how about those who never found
A place to place their heart?
Does that mean they have no home,
Must forever feel apart?
So in my humble opinion
Home must always be
Where you've the least worries,
Where you truly feel most free.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Feb 23, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
She is my beauty in a broken bowl.
Venus clothed in tattered zen.
The only woman I never should have loved -
A monument to all the might have been.
I longed to bathe and bask
In the dark downpours of her hair.
Instead my feet were cut to shreds
By the shards of her quiet "I won't care."
Her legs are longer than a dreamer's sigh.
Her stomach more taut than a beachboat's sail
In a warm-whipped wind.
Her shoulders more narrow than a rich man's mind.
Her breasts more round than a saint's first sin.
Yes, her face is a trifle long
But no trifles are her slit-sharp eyes.
Her smile puts old Mona's on the block,
Hinting at truth and youth and lies.
She thinks it is safer to know 100 men
Than it is to know just one.
Just as it is safer to light 100 candles
Than to have a single sun.
She might be the catalyst to change myself
From the life I follow to the life I lead.
Though she'd never permit herself
To find out if I succeed.
I pray to a God I'm not sure is really there:
It is the only way I have to show I care
That maybe at last she'll be at peace in her shuttered soul
And realize it doesn't matter
Who broke the broken bowl.
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Wrote this for a woman I knew a long time ago. I tried to encapsulate to the best of my ability. It isn't perfect but I am proud of it.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Jan 15, 2024
In Share a poem with us today?
Perhaps old Darwin
Had a blind spot for us.
The rest of living things
Move sporadically
But inexorably
Down his assembly line,
Trillions of dioramas in a blur
Before the universe's eyes,
Gleeful bleats, soft purrs, grrrs
And anguished cries.
But us?
We kill the strongest of us
In wars, constructions of our fears,
Our egos and our lust:
Leave behind the weak, the old,
The ones we cannot trust.
There is no evolution to be seen
In this.
Only a blood eroded iron fist.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Dec 22, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
My yearly posting of the only Christmas poem I've ever written. Will try to write a second one this year.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Nov 01, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
They say the company’s in tip top shape.
With a product all other firms would ape.
A CEO of sterling rep
And a senior staff of exquisite depth
But there’s no candy in the candy dish.
They bought two rivals the other day.
Less competitors, the American way.
And profits bloomed, though sales were down
“That’s normal, please, oh please don’t frown…”
But there’s no candy in the candy dish.
Stock is at an all-time high,
Investors are rioting to buy Buy BUY.
They even gave themselves a raise,
THESE are the company’s better days
But there’s no candy in the candy dish.
Those layoffs just make us lean and mean.
Your pension’s wealth will be obscene.
We only keep you from cashing out
To protect you from a spending bout
But there’s no candy in the candy dish.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Oct 28, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
She would be the coefficient of my love
Were she not as real as an imaginary number.
Oh what thunder we would generate
In the quietude of lonliness…
Please Lord, give me a sine.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Oct 09, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
The orcs are rising. Perverts they are,
From Russia, the Palestinian territories.
Monsters who glory in turning the spigots
To open rivers of blood, and mud,
And fear. All are pawns in their games of chess,
Of messes they revel in for in silence
They must hear the cacophony of who
And what they are. It is baroque patchwork
Of scars bandaged over with abuse and lies and loathing.
So they must have noise, be it the whistling
Of rockets, the thump of bombs,
The chatter of weapons that eat up human flesh
As if each bullet is an acid but without the softness.
Hard. It is all hard. Every shard that ends futures,
No sutures for these wounds. They are open
Mouths like demons shouting out into the
Smoking air. There are the smells of vomit, shit, piss,
Bile, gunpowder, surfur and brimstone.
Everyone alone when they die. Shared tears
Are an illusion at the last: that only work
When the wounds will not last.
For this they will last until time is gone.
I pray that there will be a last and long song.
A trumpet to sound and all the creatures that kill
Find nothing but silence, an eternity, darkness
An ultimate still.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Sep 29, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
I am a poet.
My skies are always blue or angry.
My love is always true or unrequited.
My words are clipped like a kidnapper might
From poetry books I read but never got.
So techinally I'm a poet
But in my {titter} heart of hearts,
I know I've really not.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Sep 13, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
Organ music. An odd phrase,
Slimy even, disquieting. The heart is
An organ. Is its resolute beating,
Every second of every moment of
Every hour of every day of every year
Of every decade of every life
MUSIC? Is the hammering of nails
Into a block of wood, the birth of houses,
MUSIC?
The stomach is an organ of course.
Now there is slimy. Is its gurgling MUSIC?
Does that mean the urge to fill it
Is akin to the tuning of instruments?
That need to be sure your flow is
Fed by clean tools. No dust.
There should be no dust on an organ
As if it has been abandoned.
There is the organ. It is solid,
As solid as a cleansing breath. It breathes
Of course. All things that sing breathe.
Lungs are certainly slimy, but from them
Come every kind of music: humming,
Laughing, singing, speaking, comforting.
That indeed is its purpose,
To sing, to SING so loud it vibrates
Your butt, your gut, your lungs,
Your sons, your soul.
It embraces you, makes you whole
In places you never knew you had.
Yet, underneath it makes us multidimensionally sad.
In the end it is about the dust.
The filthy damned dust. Below us, on us, above us...
Us.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Aug 28, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
My "dad"
(in quotes of course though they are inadequate
For the job, they're all I got)
left before I was born.
My good angel sits on my left shoulder
Used to be the right til that damned GQP tainted the word
With her face usually in her hands,
Looks up and since its her job to see the best in people,
Says "maybe he never knew".
My bad angel stands on the tainted side, frustrated, impatient
Wondering why I don't quite step over that wavy line.
"Of course he knew but for a good screw, why would he care?"
Me in the middle fit as a bloated and busted fiddle.
It's been three score and twelve Apostles
And I still hate him sorta, like a shrugging why not?
Because it don't matter if he knew.
The sin as I see it...
he never asked.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Aug 20, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
Some go from soft shell to fluttering into a brief but brilliant moment.
Some go from hard shell to hard shell factory.
Some go from timid to revealing everything in a loud and lovely voice.
Some go from cowardly to leading an army into Hell.
Life in the end is about what we are forced or freely choose
To travel through.
Do not pretend what you are TODAY is some unbreakable, unshakable,
Eternal rule.
So become who you know you want to be.
I wish you hope and wish you well.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Aug 08, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
We see the shadows,
Grumbling along,
Nibbling at the concrete day.
They change its color, temperature,
Depth, change all that's in their way.
The irony of this
That if they stop their meals...
Everything would burn.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Jul 19, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
A blue sky is Hell
A sweet song sky is Heaven:
Poets aren't mold-y.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Jul 10, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
Is there joy in the completed circle?
Or is there sorrow that the book's been closed?
I guess metaphors can support either illusion
Depending on the emotions knocking on the door.
Sometimes I think both are equally true/untrue
Quantum emotions are the hardest to understand.
Which is why for the majority of human apes
They are so God and Demon damned so few.
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Eddie Matsuoka
POET
Jun 10, 2023
In Share a poem with us today?
We often pay for our mistakes
By living the last of our lives
In the vestibule of an echoed house -
A grave with amenities.
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