Mattheal, in memorium
The Mod Team extends it's heart-felt sympathy to the friends and family of Matt (Mattheal). Matt passed away unexpectedly last week.
Matt was a good friend and brother to many here, and his loss is painfully felt. For the author of this post - on behalf of the entire mod team - my words simply fail. But Matt's words live on, here and forever, a touchstone - and speak to us all...
...................Kings
I come from the timeless land of Tut where boys are kings
Sand castles, monkey bars, slides, snow piles
Bicycle steeds and skinned knees
Armies of Tonka, Matchbox, and G.I. Joe
Patron of dinosaurs, bugs, grass, and dirt
And my kingdom prospered innocent and beautiful
But then the monsters came to Tut and attacked
Hidden, bared teeth and poisoned fangs
I fought with all I had, and stayed alive
And when the monster had his fill, he locked me in his lair
Alone in the dark with my silent screams
For twenty-five years
On the day I lost all hope
I saw myself - the cracked crown king
And found the key
I wandered for a while, false starts, unsure footing
Free from my cell, with faded thoughts of Tut
A constant fear of the monsters
And then I found you and the battlefield by the lair
A sea of boys, fire, an endless stream of nonsters
Brave warriors fighting, bloody and exhausted
Despite the chaos, you told me about the battle
Congratulated me for for for finding the key
And I was no longer alone
And I cried
For those still stuck in their cells
For your battles
For your scars
And now I join this crowd of kings
With its heavy scars and pierced armor
And stand beside you in battle
Holding a sword I never knew i had
The Land of Tut may be lost
But its kings shall rule again
...Mattheal, MaleSurvivor Poetry forum, July 20, 2013
Matt was a good friend and brother to many here, and his loss is painfully felt. For the author of this post - on behalf of the entire mod team - my words simply fail. But Matt's words live on, here and forever, a touchstone - and speak to us all...
...................Kings
I come from the timeless land of Tut where boys are kings
Sand castles, monkey bars, slides, snow piles
Bicycle steeds and skinned knees
Armies of Tonka, Matchbox, and G.I. Joe
Patron of dinosaurs, bugs, grass, and dirt
And my kingdom prospered innocent and beautiful
But then the monsters came to Tut and attacked
Hidden, bared teeth and poisoned fangs
I fought with all I had, and stayed alive
And when the monster had his fill, he locked me in his lair
Alone in the dark with my silent screams
For twenty-five years
On the day I lost all hope
I saw myself - the cracked crown king
And found the key
I wandered for a while, false starts, unsure footing
Free from my cell, with faded thoughts of Tut
A constant fear of the monsters
And then I found you and the battlefield by the lair
A sea of boys, fire, an endless stream of nonsters
Brave warriors fighting, bloody and exhausted
Despite the chaos, you told me about the battle
Congratulated me for for for finding the key
And I was no longer alone
And I cried
For those still stuck in their cells
For your battles
For your scars
And now I join this crowd of kings
With its heavy scars and pierced armor
And stand beside you in battle
Holding a sword I never knew i had
The Land of Tut may be lost
But its kings shall rule again
...Mattheal, MaleSurvivor Poetry forum, July 20, 2013