When I’m Gone

It saddens me that people are

So short-sighted, they don’t see far

And that these words will not be read

Until I live no more, lay dead

It is the truth, I do not care

What you might think, you’re unaware

Just what these things I say right now

Might truly mean, and yet somehow

You live inside your same old box

And if the truth stops by and knocks

You plug your ears, say it’s not so

Pretend it’s not there, even though

Late at night, all that remains

Is blood that flows inside your veins

You can’t escape that which is true

That greed and envy consume you

‘Tis why so many are not read

Until they lie alone, and dead

Mentors of me, they say it’s so

Their names are Edgar, and Van Gogh

What If They Died

What if they died?

What if that artist

Who painted their works

So great, yet shunned

For personality quirks

What if that singer

Who hit impossible notes

Wasn’t caught up in drama

Or the brunt of your jokes

What if you focused

On content they write

Instead of the bullshit

The cheap and contrite

Why is it, so often

An artist, who yearned

Must die to achieve

The recognition they’ve earned

It isn’t the painter

Whose genius, they leave

It’s ego that chains us

A jealous reprieve

For when you are dead

You’re no threat to us

So sure, we can like you

Just stay off of my bus

Some day, I do hope

The people will see

That passion is living

And envy is greed

Forward

It’s often that i see this

If truth were to be told

Despite the goal: inspire

It turns warmth to bitter cold

If ever you are struggling

If ever you are down

Remember they don’t matter

And that words can’t bring you down

For often will you hear, when

You are looking far ahead

That all your dreams are fiction

Come and fit the mold, instead

Be strong, my friend, for as we

Chase our dreams and live as one

Your calling will come one day

That it’s justified, your run

Don’t ever tell yourself “no”

It just simply can’t be done

Instead get up, get grinding

Until that day has fine’ly come

Our time on Earth has limits

It’s too short for stress and strife

Just find what makes you happy

And live your dream, this life

Become

Frustrating, it is

To retreat to the hole

As you narrowly focus

On your one, divine goal

A life you desire

Yet you know you can’t grasp

As attentions diverted 

The white fence, it won’t last

And how hard can it be

When to God, you enlist 

When you tormentingly believe 

That He might not exist

My mission is clear

It’s the path, I await

This life, I’ve committed

No regard to my fate

For greatness, inside

It lies in us all

If only you find it

Your one, dying call

The Writers Group

There exists a place 

In fabled lore

Where writers race

Both rich and poor 

Some ask for tips

Some say hello

With wine-filled sips

True colors show

Some fight a lot

They bitch and moan

More oft’ than not

They’re sad, alone

And in this land

The fun, I sing

Is throwing sand

And arguing 

Much joy, though sin

The jerks, to mock

And when you win

They always block

That’s when you know

Their points are poop 

Come, join the show

This Writers Group

For Better or Worse (Ch 3)

“Aw, yay!”

The day after disposing the dead creature, the little girl is pleasantly surprised to see that two of her pets have had a baby. Standing over the dome with a wide grin on her face, she looks down at the two tiny creatures nurturing their teenie, fragile newborn.

“Good job, you two! I hope the others take after the example you’ve set.” The girl coos, giggling as she watches the little family huddled together in the corner of the glass enclosure. 

“Oh! But wait!” She says, remembering the chapter in her booklet that teaches how to properly take care of the creatures. 

Sliding the lid open, the girl reaches down and grabs the newborn pet, pulling it up out of the dome. As she does so, the parents become visibly distraught, running to the edge of the glass as they watch the little girl carry the baby across the room. 

“It’s okay!” She shouts back at them with a smile, seeing their distress. “I’m just making sure she’ll grow up nice and strong!” She adds, placing the small newborn in a separate, much smaller container. 

Obviously not comprehending the reassurances of the girl, the baby creature’s parents remain at the edge of the glass for the remainder of the day, helplessly peering across the room at their new offspring, wishing they could be together. 

Mission

The focus settles, nestles in

I sit here waiting, lights are dim 

And though I know what must be done 

I always feel that loaded gun 

The push to work, this call to act

For naught fulfills a ghost’s contract

Forever now, forever then,

Armed with paper, bladed pen

No fear of future, charge ahead

No time for doubt, remorse or dread

The task is clear, the goal I know

As light fights through this dark window

Two years have passed, as I attest

Since fire sparked, ignited quest  

To do the things that needed done

To tell the Lord – Thy Kingdom come.

Normal? I’m Not

Where my favorite people at?

You folks know who I mean

Calling weirdos, punks and nerds

The strange, shy and obscene

Come, together we shall join

Embrace what others say

Then smack their smugly normie face

When they judge us for hearsay

I say let ’em talk, don’t you?

Let them follow all their “laws”

While we, instead, just laugh and share

Dark desires and faux pas

Some examples? Well I, for one

(And I’ll hold back what’s not PG)

Instead of saying “butterfly”,

I call it “butterflee”

Oh, I bet some do this too

If not, you might think “awww”

But when I get in bed at night

I’ll hold Baxter’s furry paw

I know that oh, so many folks

Who see stuff like this think

This dude’s is nuts, but I just grin

Toast irony, and drink

For we strange ascend to highest heights

To help prove it, below I’ll list

Some folks they may have heard of, and

Who’s “crazy” made them rich

To start, theres Gaga’s meaty dress

Which unarguably, is unique

If not for all her quirks and kinks

She’d be nine to five-ing all week

Oh, and Mister Johnny Depp

So many perfect roles can act

Do you think he would’ve made it if

He weren’t so damn abstract?

Let’s not forget Ms. Winehouse, in

This oddball gallery

Know what? (I actually mean this now)

Pause reading, play “Valerie”

So now you’re back, I truly hope

The real point was conveyed

Not to look down on the “normal” folks

But for “weird” – don’t be afraid

These labels blindly, thrown around

Why do they try so hard to judge?

Self-awareness, absent, in closed minds

Their misguided thoughts won’t budge

One can hope, the day arrives

When labels will be cleared

At last we finally understand

‘Cause truth is we’re all freakin’ weird

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gentleman

Chivalrys dead!

Or so it is said

On this, I ponder quite long

It’s really no chore

Kindly holding your door

Yet you glare, like something is wrong 

It’s fine! Some will sneer

I’ll get it! They’ll jeer

Independent, a woman am I

Your help? I’ve no need

These mouths, he shall feed

Career driven, focused, my guy

Well fine I shall say

As I walk far away

I just thought I would lend you a hand

And one day, when he cheats 

Hope he’s good in the sheets

Cause you won’t get much else from him, ma’am

Ms. Scribbler

Hello my friend!

Please lend an ear

A tale have I

For you to hear

Once upon

A timely time

A maiden lived

Who loved to rhyme

She’d sit outside

As sun shined bright

Observe the world

And write and write

Her rhymes were filled

With love and fear

And all the things

From there to here

And so it was

For years and years

This scribbling damsel

Laughs and tears

Until one day

There came about

A trav’ling minstrel

Passed her house

Pinned outside

As he passed along

A wondrous rhyme

So fit for song

And so the man

He went inside

Said “Please Miss Scribbler,

Become my bride”

The two were wed

Grand lives they had

The moral here

Is clear, dear lad

Love will come

The wait, while long

You’ll find the words

That fit your song

Vengeance 

Your sticks and your stones

May break all my bones 

But these acts, I swear you’ll regret

For time heals us all

It builds a stone wall

And this, we shall not forget

You came here to slay 

To take mine away

All that, which we hold close and dear

Yet here, I still stand

Bloodstained, on my land

And wait, as your armies draw near

I clean my steel sword 

Serving these lands as Lord

My honor, it’s all that I am

Till death shall I fight

All through this dark night

For my muse, for my love, for my lamb

And as you draw back

This feeble attack

Remember, we started as friend

And know, upon death 

As you draw your last breath

Your family name, it shall end.

 

The Con of Cons

To give a little context, below is a reflection of my experience (as a volunteer) at the first Game of Thrones conference ever held. Working the Con provided a pretty good view of how things went administratively. I daresay the vast majority of the weekend was a massive success, but there was (understandably) a slight hiccup here and there. You know, little stuff that’s an inevitable part of any big event like this.

Without further adieu – fonas chek, everyone!

 

THE CON OF CONS

Alrighty my friends

Just a sec, listen up

The sad end has arrived

So let’s all raise a cup

And bid fond farewell

I hope you all will agree

To meet up next year

For Freefolk, are we

So many great friends

It seems we’ve all made

Which means Con number two

Will put this one to shame

Much more stuff can we plan

Since we all made a mate

Epic fun is in store

So be sure to hydrate

And before I forget

As a Con volunteer

All the suggestions ya’ll made

Will help planning next year

Rest assured, worry not

All the kinks will be gone

This year taught one thing:

How to properly Con

And one other thing

If Valyrian pass, did you claim

Sincere apologies, accept

If you thought it was lame

But fear not, VIPs

For next year you shall see

That the perks you’ll enjoy

Will be worth all its fee

Your photos shall print fast

All in focus – not a glitch

But for real, jokes aside

Working photos…was a bitch

Now let’s all look ahead

At two thousand eighteen

And as friends, all await

Until we next reconvene

 
On a serious note – I can’t describe how grateful I am to have met you guys. This weekend was the most fun I’ve had in quite some time. This was also my first Con, so thank you all for making it such an unforgettable one! Next year can’t get here soon enough!!

Love you guys!

Matt
Oh, and while I’m here: if you’d enjoy more of teh rhymez, here’s a link to one that was my favorite to scribble.

https://howtheworldshouldwork.com/2016/12/16/an-ode-to-the-alphabet/

TN Weather

Oh why play with our ‘motions

Why do you tease us so?

You give us so much sunshine

Then cover us in snow

Its really getting ‘noying

Its pissing all us off

And yet you keep on laughing

As we sneeze and cough

Maybe it was funny

When the joke was firstly told

But after time one hundred

This joke is getting old

So get your shit together

Consistent’s all we ask

We’re sick of wearing shorts

With a jacket and ski mask

An Ode to the Alphabet

I love to write. So, in an attempt to show my appreciation for the mechanism which allows me to do so, I’ve decided to write an ode to the alphabet to commemorate its wonder and glory!
Enjoy : )

An Ode to the Letter “A”

A picture says a thousand words

At least that’s what they say

Although they can’t describe a thing

As well as the letter “A”

“A” means that there’s others

As if there’s two or three

And if there was just only one

“A” would become “the”

An Ode to the Letter “B”

Behold! A letter that can be

Better than numbers one and three

Because it sits quite neighborly

Between it’s buddies A & C

Boldly standing faithfully

Barely used the same you see

Bugs will spell it differently

But one less E and then it’s be

An Ode to the Letter “C”

Can you guess what letters next

Clocking in at number three?

Careful how you use it now

‘Cause it confuses frequently

Certain times it’s overlooked, like

Chief – the “I” before the “E”

Can’t use “I” that same way though when

Coming after “C”

An Ode to the Letter “D”

Dare I try letter four

Daunting as it may be?

Duly note this verse might prove as

Drab and dull as me

Don’t say there’s other letters of such

Deep complexity

Desire to speak in a past tense?

Dread not! Just add a “D”

And Ode to the Letter “E”

Ere I forget I said I’d commit

Ever mindful I shall be, and

Execute my promise to tag

Edmondson, elegant as can be

Eyes like skies, beauty refined

Ergo there’s so much more to see

Especially works of love and grace

Even acts of charity

An Ode to the Letter “F”

Finally a letter without a long E

For those are easy to rhyme

Frankly it’s fun to come up with a pun

Fresh from out of the mind

Forever I wonder, over and under

From bottom to top, all the time

For a bold new way to come out and say

F this…but with no moral fine

An Ode to the Letter “G”

Goodness gracious, golly G!

Gifted writers inspire me

Gernsback, Goddard, de Graffigny

Grouped in glory’s category

Guiding words with paper and pen

Grandeur achieved by all of them

God bestowed them minds of gold

Goals to emulate when I’m old

An Ode to the Letter “H”

Heavens hopeful, but all should know

Hell awaits for heathens below

Havoc, hatred, halls of stones

Heated seats on hopeless thrones

Helping mortals foster love

Hoping for the gates above

Hearts are kind for constant fear

Horror and nightmare might be near

An Ode to the Letter “I”

I love the vowels for how they serve

In bridging letters, creating words

Insanity comes, ’cause if not for them

Illegible messes that none comprehend

Idle time attempting to read

It’s pointless were it not for these

Irked by consonants, throw in the towel

If you want a word…just buy a vowel

An Ode to the Letter “J”

Jack and Jill went up the hill

Jogging straight up and down

Joking and playing, having a thrill

Joy till he broke his crown

Jumping in fear, Jill looked around

Jolting across the way

Jeering, she returned and scooped him up

Jill’s stick was shaped like a J

An Ode to the Letter “K”

Knobbed in darkness, twisted wood

Knuckled as can be

Kinks and dead spots all around

Knotted is the tree

Kindling yes, our God will need, as its

Key for making day

Kind, He brightens nights with knights by simply adding

K

An Ode to the Letter “L”

Little, little, did I know

L is oh so great

Like the time I drank that wine and

Lulled a pretty mate

Lords and ladies, boys and girls

Like all, must pay the well

Lay respect to that which lets us

Love – the letter “L”

An Ode to the Letter “M”

Middle of the alphabet

Molded like a gem

Most will say there’s nothing worth

More than Letter “M”

Maybe M hates W

Malice with a frown

Mercilessly mocked by him when

M is upside down

An Ode to the Letter “N”

Naughty naughty little N

Never helping me

Nothing useful ever comes from

Negativity

No and never, none and nor

N is oh so rude

Neighbors M and O must want to

Nix that attitude

An Ode to the Letter “O”

Over, under, bottom, top

Odes to letters never stop

On the day I get to Z

Old and wrinkled, I may be

Or young and youthful, hopefully

Only time will tell, you see

Our lives are short, we need to grind

Otherwise we’re wasting time

An Ode to the Letter “P”

Paper, pencil, pen and ink, in

Prose I’ve grown to speak and think

Public platforms, message boards

Poetic guide of rhythmic chords

Poems are pretty, I think it naught

Pretentious such as some have thought

Pious I shan’t think it so

Poetry shall help me grow

An Ode to the Letter “Q”

Quiet! I must concentrate

Q is hard to satiate

Quarrels make me want to quit

Quirks in words which don’t quite fit

Quorum comes when all are here

Quickly now, our quest is near

Quantify a love for two

Q is married, to the U

An Ode to the Letter “R”

Regal existence, loved from afar

Reality dictates we need Letter R

Rigid and rugged it’s straight and it’s curved

Reading is easy when Rs are preserved
Rallying troops or driving a car?

Really won’t work without Letter R

Reason without one, your point is moot

R runs the game, expect the boot

An Ode to the Letter “S”

Supposed vision we are told will

Save the world today

Sorry if I disagree

So many told to stay

Spite and harm are currently

Sawing through the way

Someday hope for peace and love

So hate will go away

An Ode to the Letter “T”

There never was a letter

That can do as much as me

Think about it really hard and

Thank me when you see

The other letters hate me

Though, because of jealousy

They say it’s not fair that I rhyme

That super easily

An Ode to the Letter “U”

Usually I’d try her number

Unfortunately my hearts asunder

Used to love her, used to hold

Useless now, attempts are cold

Until things change for now I’ll be

Under this cloak of melancholy

Urging progress, longing for more

Unable to close the heart wrenching door

An Ode to the Letter “V”

Very strong, vivaciously

Voltage high, tenaciously

Veer this verse, voraciously

Vaulting over prose you see

Violence in these words you read

Viking frame of mind have we

Vibrant in philosophy

Verbiage is our currency

An Ode to the Letter “W”

Well, here we are

Woe is me!

Winding down, finally

Wrapping up this poetry

We’re almost done, from A to Z

Writing alphabetically

Won’t be long, but wait! We’re not free

W was easy….X will not be

An Ode to the Letter “X”

X can mark the spot I see

Xanax needed this entry

Xi is Greek, it’s fourteen

Xeroxed words, all randomly

Xystus too, as I mentioned Greece

Xebecs sailing open seas

Xerosis I suffer cerebrally

Xenial X was not to me

An Ode to the Letter “Y”

You may think these odes of mine

Yawn-inducing, wastes of time

Yet I attest validity

Yes they’re written passionately

Yesterday I couldn’t show it

Younger me was not a poet

Yearn for greatness, one day bestow it

Years from now, I hope you know it

An Ode to the Letter “Z”

Zealots desired to bless my soul

Zilch is my energy left

Zoned out, these odes have taken their toll

Zoo in my mind, though ’twas deft

Zip up this project, my brain can now rest

Zero letters now lie ahead

Zephyrs now soothe me, caressing my chest

Zodiac today – time for bed

Copyright Matt Shao

2016

An Ode to the Letter “Z”

Zealots desired to bless my soul

Zilch is my energy left

Zoned out, these odes have taken their toll

Zoo in my mind, though ’twas deft

 

Zip up this project, my brain can now rest

Zero letters now lie ahead

Zephyrs now soothe me, caressing my chest

Zodiac today – time for bed

An Ode to the Letter “X”

X can mark the spot I see

Xanax needed this entry 

Xi is Greek, it’s fourteen

Xeroxed words, all randomly

Xystus too, as I mentioned Greece

Xebecs sailing open seas

Xerosis I suffer cerebrally 

Xenial X was not to me

An Ode to the Letter “V”

Very strong, vivaciously

Voltage high, tenaciously

Veer this verse, voraciously

Vaulting over prose you see

Violence in these words you read 

Viking frame of mind have we

Vibrant in philosophy

Verbiage is our currency

An Ode to the Letter “O”

Over, under, bottom, top

Odes to letters never stop

On the day I get to Z

Old and wrinkled, I may be

Or young and youthful, hopefully

Only time will tell, you see

Our lives are short, we need to grind 

Otherwise we’re wasting time 

An Ode to the Letter “J”

Jack and Jill went up the hill

Jogging straight up and down

Joking and playing, having a thrill

Joy till he broke his crown

Jumping in fear, Jill looked around

Jolting across the way

Jeering, she returned and scooped him up

Jill’s stick was shaped like a J

An Ode to the Letter “F”

Finally a letter without a long E

For those are easy to rhyme

Frankly it’s fun to come up with a pun

Fresh from out of the mind

 

Forever I wonder, over and under

From bottom to top, all the time

For a bold new way to come out and say

F this…but with no moral fine