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The Poetry of
Matthew Kegans
Poetry Page 3
A Time As This
A Poem, By Matthew E.
Kegans
Clanging sounds ring
thru the night
The drum is running
dry
Shattered weapons in
the fight
The end is coming
neigh
The truthful echoes
resound mute
As though it were
obscure
But all that follows
is acute
Amid the blinding blur
Surrounded by the
questions still
If only answers would
appear
The emptiness would
all but kill
To know that truth was
here
Here in the midst of
our time of need
When answers are
seldom and few
In times as this our
fathers did plead
When failure was all
they knew
Twas failure that
brought them to a halt
And helped them to
find their true calling
It seems whenever we
turn from default
Tis then that we find
ourselves falling
We seek in the seeking
all to far
To bring to pass
destiny
While seeking itself
is the scar
That veils our past
slavery
We've asked at length
for answers again
While answers are here
with us
For what purpose are
we locked in this pen
To see the length
traveled thus?
But yet in this time
as you call us by name
For such purpose and
calling await
It is us and us only
that remain the same
In refuting our
foreseen mandate
This was our purpose,
to draw all to you
Should the skies
repeal and protest
For such timing as
this, is all but new
By the years we've
failed in the test
This testing has come
to make us strong
In the strength you
give us now
We clearly can see
that it was all along
In
our fields, you were the plow.
Heartcry
A Poem, By Matthew E.
Kegans
The
prevalence of who you are
Crucifies my inset notion
Of
the things that keep me far
From
striding with you in motion
It's
no easy prayer for such
I
leave behind notoriety
For
all I'm worth, in so much
I
stand indebted to a fee
That
held my soul in earth-bound chain
Clasped by ties to the unknown
Helped the less, by weighing gain
Of
things to which decay are prone
Remorseful as though it may stand
This
debt is carried through the age
Inherited, or passed by hand
But
certain with a war to wage
No
man may lie nor bribe the judge
But
all must pay the equal charge
To
serve the sentence filled with drudge
Or
yet incur the trial at large
To
which eternity stands guard
Waiting there at heaven's helm
Whence passage is but ever barred
But
to the man who knows the realm
And
to its claim his soul is counted
As to
the least of these alike
When
mercy's seat is far dismounted
And
the hand of truth has made its strike
He'll
stand among the chosen few
Striding in concurring beat
There
to overcome the slew
Of
HaSatan's maligning fleet
So
there it stands up to this day
For
all men to make their mind
Accept the truth or rather pay
The
consequence, soon to find
This
is an everlasting case
Of
things that come to take away
From
our strength and fervent pace
Along the drastic, weary way.
Sailor's Folly
A Poem, By Matthew E.
Kegans
"Join my ship!" A man once said
To
those near standing by
"Trust me now, I've seen ahead
And
see no troubles nigh"
"Follow quick!" He said again
Pacing as he strode
"Come to me you eager men
For
I have trod this road"
"Never fear!" He cried aloud
Assuring greatest reward
By
now the awe-inspired crowd
Resounded in one accord
"I'll take you to the end of the world"
Said
captain to the servants
"By
and by, though tempest hurled
I
stood my ground with fervance"
Word
for word, the men agreed
This
was the one they waited for
"He's come to us 'pon coastal steed
To
lead us to heaven's shore"
Now
young and old, brave and strong
Funneled to follow this seaman
Careless and prone, they followed 'long
Failing to notice the demon
"We'll come at once," they said to him
"To
join your band this day"
No
doubt was heard, not a whim!
For
truth was kept at bay
So
off they left, to the unknown
Where none had come back from
Into
complacency they had grown
With
minds now fully numb
Upon
the waves, they crashed, they fell
With
ship and crew now torn
Trapped within a motley cell
In
the midst of surroundings forlorn
"Had
we but heard," said one to a friend
"The
wisdom that through ages shined
Had
we but seen the nearing end
In
folly, we'd never be entwined.
The Mill of Axiom
A Poem,
by Matthew E. Kegans
Flowing
currents, sinking tides
The world if
falling still
Upon a
sinking ship, she rides
To face the
coming hill
For we stand
as mighty warriors
Upon no
hill, but mountains higher
As watchmen
yes, but even couriers
Of the
truth, alike a blazing fire
Dull, mute,
soundless cries
The deafened
ear to sanity turns
Men of truth
and falsity rise
As the mill
of axiom churns
Blurred
lines mar the cause
That many
sooner leave behind
Perfection
reeks of utter flaws
There is no
remedy to find
A holy
priesthood, once, no more
The chosen
few have disappeared
As flowers
fade so does the score
Of men who
once, our God, revered
The
righteous standard is relapsing
Contrast
binds the enmity
While
society is itself collapsing
Men
acquiesce to levity
It's a slow
fade, 'tis said before
An evolution
to the worse
When you
have given up the war
Surrender is
your curse
There falls
the lot of much despair
To they that
deny hope, in kind
As searching
to discover where
Abides the
love they'll never find
Their primal
quest is remains their shortfall
Seeing days
succumb to night
For straying
wealth and woes that call
Their name
in tongues of blight
We wonder
till our minds are numb
Why courage
fails in blind deceit
We play our
harps, we sing and strum
But
cannot unify God's fleet.
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