The Soft Light

The soft Light shines, half asleep

Yawn before the day.

Lazy trees sit in the breeze

How gently their branches sway.

The lovely, drab Darkness

Departed with adamant speed.

Retreated in far corners 

The moment the Light began to bleed.

Pictures of past dreams

Linger in the quiet.

Hollow thoughts of how it was

Scatter throughout the silence.

This glory Light shines far beyond

What any mortal eye can see.

Reaching to a place far beyond

Serene placidity. 

© Matt Bohannon 2010 

The Water Runs Cold

These are the stories, 

of which I was told,

My hands and stomach tremble. 

The water runs cold.

The water runs cold 

as it fills in my palm.

The water runs cold 

like the silence to my song.

It brings me shivers 

as it crawls down my spine,

Washing away dreams 

where every things fine.

Now, this is the truth, 

lo and behold,

The truth is fatal 

as the water runs cold.






©2009 Matt Bohannon

Be Not Still

We have heard with our ears, from our fathers

What you did in days long ago.

Deeds of power and might

So that ALL the Earth may know.

Oh, God do not keep silent. Be not quiet. Be not still

We starve with anticipation. Bring forth your word fulfilled.

Let the sea resound with angelic bands.

Let the rivers rise up to clap their hands.

Let the mountaintops ring, let the people sing

For Joy.

Let stones, unmoved be moved.

Let your righteousness be proved.

Let the heavens fall down to Earth re-found

Let your will in us employ.

You are my God, my King

Whose victories in me you decree.

I trust not in my sword or my bow

Only through you do we conquer our foes.

So, people, remember your God fulfills.

Do not keep silent. Be not quiet. Be not still. 

It is Time

I awoke this morning and what I lacked was guilt

not because i am not guilty for innocence was spilt. 

Awake with relief, victory is mine.

I've been lifted up on high I no longer dwell with swine.

There was a cost I had to pay, to die to death and sin

only to emerge out of the womb-to be born again. 

I was slain with my Lord whispering our battle cry

"Father forgive them, they no not what they do" onward to victory we die. 

We can not be stopped by any sword or shield

slowly growing stronger 'til we control the field.

Victory is ours by providence divine.

Bring forth the kingdom, it is time.

© 2009 Matt Bohannon

Polluting the Midnight Dream

"Black as night" is not a phrase used around these parts.

The darkest one can hide is within their very own hearts. 

There is a dream of midnight and how it should be seen

I can tell you now that this orange was not in the color scheme.

The pale moon was meant to shine and guide our feet along the nights path

Now city lights parade, taunting the midnight wrath.

The stars were meant to orient us throughout the Earth and its seasons

For when the creator put them in their place I know He had his reasons.

Now when I look up and see nothing but blinking travelers and their planes

I know that we have taken this dream and put it all to shame.

I imagine a soft pure zephyr would come as if to disturb the silence

Now it's a job just to avoid the inter-state's violence.

No matter how minute that this issue may seem

I can't ignore the fact that we're polluting the midnight dream.

© 2009 Matt Bohannon 

"Dying Man"

“Dying Man”

He sat in bewilderment

as if suddenly unable to stand.

Saying nothing yet having

The contemplative look of a dying man.

One who begins to realize

the evanescence of his frame.

“Remember me” he longs to say

possessing no such claim.

Like the ebbing of a tide

that created such great waves

he was the master of his sea

and now has become its slave.

It takes all his strength to tolerate

and maintain composure in his mess.

Holding is anxiety

deep within his chest.

Placid face. Quiet eyes.

His reality goes unseen.

Beneath the stillness of his skin

he’s anything but serene.

Sitting alone quietly

the stillness he can’t stand.

Saying nothing, staring out with

the contemplative look of a dying man.  

© 2009 Matt Bohannon

Wandering

This is a long one so i'll keep the intro short. Here it is,

"Wandering"

The forest stretches wide as it sprints deep.

The ground has grown dark from the canopy of its trees.

Stepping into its jurisdiction, wondering to its ends

Wrestling with it's captivation, forging through its limbs.

It's depth is what I'm after, it's depth I will reach

But beyond my forests depth I'll be confronted with a peak.

Alone? I'm not. Place my hands on this rock.

I will not quit, I will not quit until I reach its top.

Stand up straight, take a breath, the air is thin and cold.

Take a look. The view exquisite as well as challenging and bold.

Shrug the bitterness off  my shoulders. My hands brush off the frost.

Hearing voices in the distance, echoing "Your Lost."

Descend from my forte, the valley awaits.

Sorrow's thick, darkness reigns, still Peace in me creates

Joy emerged unyielding, Love again prevails.

Telling of such tales that sure Faith never fails.

Still the voices, louder, "Put down your cross"

I know the truth that while I wander, that doesn't mean I'm lost.

But the valley's cold with continued depth, dark clouds fill the sky

The rain comes down, the waters rise, I question, where am I?

The sun breaks through, the flood recedes, I climb from out my low.

My journey's long and testing, where next it leads me I don't know.

The sun's light is blinding, to shield my eyes I raise my hand.

I see my journey junctions through this desolate land.

Stare off at the horizon, intensely it stares back.

It questions my crossing of it's desert, implying the distance inside I lack.

My legs burn with cramps, my feet are weak and slow.

The deserts edge looks just as far as it did a mile ago.

What's the distance? Do I have it? I have to go some more.

Still I pine for its edge, to its distance I implore.

With every step I am reminded of the path I never found.

The desert only grants me with dry cracks on it's ground.

The voices speak of how I'm lost, searching for where I belong.

I tell the truth, I have been found, I've been found all along.

© Matt Bohannon 2009