Coma Prophet

Hendrix on hiatus
Kerouac unkind about his wit
Hiding under bushels—--- branding my talents as owned by silence
This kind of mad suffocation
Happening inside of me
Must cease
Post haste.

Displace the stumbling block
The writer's block
The barriers to whatever
Not so clever self-doubt
That draws out
A great big and blank
Nothing….

No more!

Time to start up the sweet-machine;
The magical mind that mumbles, mentions and shouts all about the grandeur!

I am Gods singer of great love songs!

So lets get on with it!

-Matthew

"And remember.... No SMOKIN and NO flash photography..."

The animation Show Intro with Don hertzfeldt One of the strangest and funniest things I've ever seen. watch it now!!!

ONE® birthday cake flavored protein bars are a vegetarians best friend. Gotta get that protein in my diet somehow. This is one of the tartiest options.

Much love y'all!
Ek Ong Kar, Sat Nam Siri, Whahe Guru!

"Oh dear beloved! Even the furniture is repenting of our great and yawning sloth!" Yells one voice into the night. Twisted trumpet yelp past me in easy-going lonesome nowhere. And that's when I thought of you brother—-- the way you understood just how mad I was to be so brave about knowing it all. The way you idolized my madness almost like a worshiper. A worshiper that has gotten on a first name basis with his myth.
The guards have sat down in my mind and a tribal woman tells me she loves me with calm, even tone; then in every way she can. She stalks my painful strut away from dream land.
And I wonder what you would have me say to her?
Oh brother, the wise... Tell me promptly, for she asks me with an urging love---- what kind of desire holds me to her?

-Matthew Kurtis Taylor

I am the quiet stalk of forthcoming set for a tired sun
I am the ease of an anti-climatic at-last, leaning over a pillow with peace articulating my lids shut over serenely dream-resigned eyes.
I am all done with hurting you, oh life And mind
I am all done with letting you down
I am waking up to tomorrows sunrise already, in my mind—- and it's a handful of rays rising on the true and courageous face of a hero.
I am giving it my all in that preview of life that is oft' projected on that screen within
I am making you proud
I am a shifting of magnetic poles
In the most docile and soothe-serving way
As can be.
I am here for you
I promise you my heart now
Oh mind,
Oh life.
Our tears well up together
Though mine are much harder to see from far off yesterday…. such a timeless-distance crossed already…

-Matthew Taylor.

I am a placid lake today—- bluest waters of clear-refresh and blessed deep
Like a sweet lilly-honeysuckle scented gust underneath your nose
Whilst entranced by chants
Riding out on your breath
Fresh and blessed
Like your hair in a mild wind
Blowing across my face
Occasionally tickling my nose.

Like an ecstasy that I could never hope to find the bottom of—
I am a still, placid lake today,
Reflecting your face, oh eternity

-Matthew Taylor.