Published poem #2

This poem was the first poem I have ever had published.  It was published in The Howling Mantra in 1989.

Fading to Black

I am the bleeding heart,

the lost soul, the twisted mind.

I am fading to black as

I am overwhelmed by

the swirling sea of forgotten mentality.

Fantasy and dream blend with reality

to form ways and means of sanity,

though the sanity does not remain

to repair the damage and destruction.

The bleeding heart cries out

to the many legions of deaf.

The cold wind swallows the screams

and stifles the sorrow and the tears.

The lost soul wears dark glasses

to hide blazing white eyes

that bear the sensitivity of

the shameless sickly horde,

eyes that reveal the popular abyss.

The twisted mind is completely encased

by the enticing fog of superlatives

emanating from the blinded masses

in order to deceive and reject.

(c) Brett Mattison

Published poem #1

Welcome to my new poetry blog.  The first poem I will be posting here is a poem that was originally published in Occupation Zine.

Echoes and Shouts

In every mansion on the hill,

there is an urge to turn the page,

start a new chapter in history.

This chapter would wipe away

the bloodstains, cover the bruises

and hide the gravestones from

the innocent eyes of generations to come.

This new beginning would be

a triumph of the giants,

the ultimate meeting of the minds.

The eerie echoes from the mansion

penetrated the dormant conscience

of the collective, causing fists to rise

and bullhorns to blare throughout

the halls of a government

that is bought and paid for.

The shouts in the street grew closer

as the anger rising in the crowd

reached the boiling point, the point

where widespread violence was expected.

The charlatans in the chamber

were shocked when the masses

did not take up arms or resort

to physical tactics of any kind.

The people stood as one in assemblage,

redressing a grievance that loomed large:

The right of collective bargaining.

(c) Brett Mattison