Zip Your Apocalypse

I have looked for life

But none can be found.

Now the time has come 

To break some new ground.

Who could tell 

Your beauty would pale

And our floating fairy tale 

Would plummet to hell?

Thought I knew you.

I'm nothing to you.

I see right through you

And there's nothing to you.

You held my heart in your hands.

Now you can hold your own.

It beats no more for you're 

No more than flesh and bone.

Of course a corpse 

Can hurt me no longer.

Your hotness is rotting 

While my spirit gets stronger.

Chemically sweet 

Nothings 

You said to me.

Don't waste your fetid 

Undead 

Breath on me.

The rose has decomposed.

You're so dead

To me.

©️ Matt Decker 

How to Find a Wormhole

A mystic walk in The Field 

reveals a vista unreal.

Stretched out before me

acres of dimensions 

as far as Eye number three

can see.

Across the timescape 

a vast expanse 

chances to escape 

and advance.

Entries and exits

in every direction.

Panorama 

of possibilities 

opening hope and

closing opportunities.

Beneath the rocks and shock 

through the dirt and hurt

of this painful terrain 

known as Earth 

a network, a collection 

of multiversal connections.

The cosmos is as close

as the next thought 

I host.

Inner Space 

[ mentality ]

the practical place 

to explore more

[ realities ].

Who can own 

a moment?

Not one lasts

or lingers.

Still

unreal potentials crawl

between these muddy

fingers.

©️ matt decker 

Darkness is Enlightening

I believe 

humans are slow to learn 

even as their world turns

and burns.

I believe 

fools wear bejeweled 

crowns

and

what has risen 

must needs

come down.

I believe 

many heroes of Earth

and men

turn out to house 

zero worth

within.

I have come to believe 

it's in vain

to explain the arcane

to the profane.

I believe 

we can only 

scratch the surface 

for

we latch onto

superficial purpose.

I believe 

a treasure of 

evolved solutions 

lies underneath 

layers of 

illusion.

I do believe 

it's healing

and revealing 

to explore 

Something higher 

Something deeper 

Something more.

©️ Matt Decker 

Become EDGEwise

Stories begin. 

Chapters end.

Life forms. 

Light transforms.

Time travels. 

Paradigms unravel.

Dimensions hide. 

Decisions decide.

Moments elapse. 

Portals collapse.

Mentality projects. 

Reality reflects.

Illusion persists. 

Solutions exist.

Forces resist. 

Sources assist.

Factors matter. 

Masters master.

Ideas undo. 

Newness renews.

Vision sees. 

Seers seed.

Stress lessens. 

Lessons bless.

Smoke clears. 

Hope reappears.

Hurts heal. 

Hertz heals.

Emotions vibrate. 

Frequencies fluctuate.

Symbols resonate. 

Verbs reverberate.

Karma calls. 

Reign falls.

Minds align. 

Darkness blinds.

Thinking shrinks. 

Consciousness awakes.

Discovery awaits. 

Everything links.

©️ matt decker

It's All Greek

Hurried crowds 

in a fray

Those dreary clouds 

of gray --

Shining rays 

that 

light the day

Winding paths 

that 

lead the way --

Blooming blossoms 

of May

Looming gloom 

of doomsday --

A terrific 

or 

terrible day

That for which 

you've prayed

Divine denials 

and delays

Something 

Someday 

Someway --

Yeas and nays

that people say

The same games

that people play --

Fortress raised

Fortune made

Cache of swag

Sway and cachet --

The graceful glaze

of potter's clay

Skyscraping monuments 

shaped --

How tall and big is

all this anyway?

Iota.

(Remember I told ya.)

It's Only Temporary Anyway.

©️ Matt Decker 

io•ta \ n. 1 : the 9th letter of the Greek alphabet 2 : a very small quantity 

Mortal Meets Portal

What if I told you

Beneath the sensory stream

Verily and merrily it's 

More magical than it seems?

The current of reality
You are currently within
'Tis not the same flow 
As when your day began.

Beyond the finite hope

Of our present attention 

Stretches an infinite scope

Of alternative dimensions.

[ Behold a prediction
Stranger than fiction ]

By the time dark descends
And the mind becomes unclothed
A gallery of actualities will have
Invisibly opened and then closed.

Mortal meets portal

Moment by minute --

Possibilities are vortices 

Tho' no eye sees the spinning.

It won't be seen

Like a scene from sci-fi.

The shift is swift

Subtle and ever so slight.

Hour by hour 

We're all in a spiral.

Lickety-split!
A snap decision.
The Universe splits 
Into divisions.

Sure you can take that road.

Just watch for the wormholes.

God is found in the details

And hell is the parallel.

Would opposites exist

If this alone is it?

Can a fettered mentality 

Open a better reality?

Clear the hurdle
Through the swirl
Enter the portal
To a new world.

[ The cortex is your v.o.rt.ex. ]

Breathe in the ambiance of nuance --

Welcome to the multitudinous 

Versions Of RealiTy EXperienced.

©️ matt decker

Being Gonna Be

what's the identity 

of this entity?

i'm a lifeform 

who needs to evolve 

not a problem 

that needs to be solved.

tell me,

is it my heart

you're seeing?

and

can you fault a being 

for being?

subsistence and resistance 

the resistance of existence --

striving to surviving 

surviving to thriving 

succumbing to overcoming --

my journey of becoming.

from dust and ash

arisen.

more chapters to be

written.

beyond the hurdles 

this mortal 

reaches a swirling 

portal.

before shuts that door

of time

and these feet of mine

meet that line 

a being learning to be

better 

shall you find.

©️ matt decker