The Dirtchamber

Darkness hangs in the air of the dirtchamber, permeated from an age past

Subjogating the mind to a submissive state, paralysed by fear.

Cracks of light flicker oft, hope illuminating briefly before it’s devoured by the darkness.

The unholy will of the dirtchamber debilitates the soul with reckless abandon

Gripped by the black hand, plundering the hopes and dreams of man.

Sitting quietly, meekly in the corner of the dirtchamber is hopelessness

Head buried in the knees, rotting from a twisted internal conflict.

Shackled in a death grip, violent screams - drowned by silence

Malevolent whispers drift into the dead air with contempt

Enslaved.

The formidable walls of the dirtchamber are reinforced with cold, heavy stone

But the cage is never locked, the cage is right there - touching distance.

Beyond the cage is destiny that is wholly controlled by man, not fate alone

That hopes and dreams fail is a fault that stems from within.

Each day one must undertake positive and constructive choices

A series of positive choices influence the wellbeing of the spirit

The mental currency which delivers freedom of mind.

Material desires, the self, are facades of the weak, motives laden with a breakdown of will

Pursuit of positive change is a fight one must prepare for, perpetual discipline  - hard work

Immaterial - Powerful.

A Matthew Newton joint

16/04/17

An Ode to Finn

A life of complex tales paint this picture
Choice by choice yields a twist or turn
Which direction he know not
A path trodden with a heavy foot
Narrowed with thy own
Forked like tongue and razor sharp
Words pierce like ice and wit aloud
To jest and laugh with playful venom
Moving with freedom against the dullen crowd

Visions of the future come with ease
Eloquent in explanation but candid lack thereof
Rise over self-doubt and achieve with narrow focus
Make possible the primitive visions
Acting with haste and conviction
Inspire belief in thyself you can
But lead by example and unshakeable strength
Leave behind the little voice of evil tone and devoid of courage
Serpent whispers will hold thee back at any length

Musical tones course within thee
Melodies meander wildly with sexual rigour
Each story valiantly begins but alas unfinished
Unlock the journey enjoyed by all man
Each brush stroke deserves to be followed by another
Paint a picture until you can paint no more
From masterpiece to masterpiece should thee move
But never in compromise of the previous
Finish the work and rise above

Believe and achieve
The path you follow the mind shapes
Rocky and thorny paths our best we do to hinder
It needn't be
Move forward one can't if stood motionless
Attack the day with passion and discipline
All we must heed
Raise our arms high aloft a mount of primrose
Stood mighty and proud amongst the settled dust

A Matthew Newton Joint
12/02/16
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Cx

A fellow poet once again I proffer my pen

It is time you commence poetry once again,

Perhaps it could be of your new found land

don’t be shy Rob, take the pen from my hand,

A Matthew Newton Joint

17/05/12 01:05,

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the poems featured here are written in jest

the presented notion no more can I stress

there is no strict pattern, structure or form

the words and the style, from my head they are born

A Matthew Newton Joint

17/05/12 01:01,

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The Latin peeper of Lincoln

In the shadows of darkness this divil did lurk

A feather in cap and a wry cheeky smirk,

He hid his dark chiselled features behind a pruned moustache

His eyes darting wildly, his tongue he would lash,

The quarter of the cathedral he liked to roam

Where he would call out to young woman with a lascivious tone,

Hey there Bella you look fine in your gown

Perhaps you would gallivant with ME about town,

He spent lots of time on the cobbles under the arch

A tap of his cane drew the attention of females as they’d march,

A long curled finger would hither them near

An error of judgement which would cost them so dear,

In the morn they would depart unbeknownst before sleep

Another salacious catch for the Lincoln Latin creep.

A Matthew Newton Joint

17/05/12 00:49,

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An ode to he

Daniel Barr, he’s a wonderful lad

With quiet admiration I whisper in the wind

Our imminent departure will make more than I sad

Come hither Dan, it’s time for you to shine

For the moment has come for us to step into the breach

O’er different hills we must wander for new endeavours in time

A smile, positivity, no cynicism expelled

His business he carried out privately, but with humility

An exuberant passion for the Saints of the south coast he never withheld

Go forward Dan and achieve what you must

The windows of design you must open to proceed

It will please the big man down South, wouldn’t it just

A Matthew Newton Joint

17/0512 00:23,

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Montano Scallywag

Melanie Montano, that's what she's called
her lascivious antics would leave you appalled,
she arrived in england with a pen in her hand
and a mind full of ideas she would hope to unlock

Time would not become precious to her
there was a lot of it to fill and adventures would incur,
great ambitions she would start to spout
but to her room she'd retreat for her dearest prosthetic cock

Her roommates where becoming curious of her endeavours
where she would go they knew not never,
but her favoured prosthetic limb could do no more
she was flleeing the pit with a salacious glint lurking in her eye

Aboard the train and off she would go
her destination often even she would not know,
late in the day she would return unannounced
"Where the hell were you Montano?" her roommates would pry

She would treat herself to a tasty pastry and off home she would dart
but Montano needed more pleasure than a mere baked tart,
that glint in her eye was festering away
it was time for the heathen in her to be seen

The wretched acts were soon to follow
a bottle of wine or maybe two is not all she would swallow
"i like your face what's the name handsome" she would start
whispering filth in the ears of men as she'd lean

Back in the pit all hell would break loose
this girl wasn't shy and she shouted abuse,
but the man on this eve was game for her match
"i'll show this woman" he said with a grin

Just as he was ready to explode
he whipped out his cock for the plan to unfold,
with a thrust he shot his load all over her face
Montano was smiling as she wiped the mess from her chin

A Matthew Newton Joint
30/04/2012 12:00,
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