POEMS
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1/18/16
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I can't believe it's January.
Everything's the same.
Time remains inbred.
And time remains in grain.
When I watch old video.
Everything is strange.
Expiration dates.
Even when in pain.
Scribbled with a pen.
Fermenting like a vision.
Floating into twin.
Folding indecision.
Everything's the same.
Time remains inbred.
And time remains in grain.
When I watch old video.
Everything is strange.
Expiration dates.
Even when in pain.
Scribbled with a pen.
Fermenting like a vision.
Floating into twin.
Folding indecision.
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10/31/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I never tried to introduce myself.
I never tried to go out with her.
I never tried to laugh with her.
I never tried to be interested in her.
I listened to what she said and didn't try anything.
And so I never tried to ride bikes until 2am.
And I never tried to go on walks until 4am.
I never tried to hold her hand.
I never tried to kiss her.
I never had to.
I never tried to go out with her.
I never tried to laugh with her.
I never tried to be interested in her.
I listened to what she said and didn't try anything.
And so I never tried to ride bikes until 2am.
And I never tried to go on walks until 4am.
I never tried to hold her hand.
I never tried to kiss her.
I never had to.
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9/29/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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May I ask what you're doing here?
What's that in your hand?
This is a land for natural man.
Go back to your zoo and color it there.
This is our forest, you've tainted our air.
There's no place for art, in place of the flowers.
If it weren't for us, colorless palettes.
If it weren't for us, shapeless creatures.
Except your nature, human features.
Accept your nature, human's future.
We grow and we grow, ok computer?
Go back to your lights and leave us the stars.
We see you all flying bird designed cars.
We see you all thinking, but our mushrooms are smarter.
I'll talk to the clouds, replenish your water?
Now put down your can and clean up this land.
That is true power you hold in your hand.
What's that in your hand?
This is a land for natural man.
Go back to your zoo and color it there.
This is our forest, you've tainted our air.
There's no place for art, in place of the flowers.
If it weren't for us, colorless palettes.
If it weren't for us, shapeless creatures.
Except your nature, human features.
Accept your nature, human's future.
We grow and we grow, ok computer?
Go back to your lights and leave us the stars.
We see you all flying bird designed cars.
We see you all thinking, but our mushrooms are smarter.
I'll talk to the clouds, replenish your water?
Now put down your can and clean up this land.
That is true power you hold in your hand.
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8/20/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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This time it's the worst.
This time is not permanent.
It's only a time that depreciates permanence.
This time is not wasted,
this time is just medicine
for those times to come
with family and friends.
This time is not permanent.
It's only a time that depreciates permanence.
This time is not wasted,
this time is just medicine
for those times to come
with family and friends.
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6/15/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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this picture is misleading. i don't sit like this. ever.
it's just for the picture. to look meditative or something. I don't even meditate....
internet isn't real. neither are people.
but it's human nature.
to be part artist. to keep mystery alive,
to make people wonder. to wander.
especially when technology's primary consequence is to eliminate it.
wandering.
mystery is highly endangered.
google maps eliminates adventure.
google search eliminates mystery.
not ready to live in a world full of noh-it-awls...
it's just for the picture. to look meditative or something. I don't even meditate....
internet isn't real. neither are people.
but it's human nature.
to be part artist. to keep mystery alive,
to make people wonder. to wander.
especially when technology's primary consequence is to eliminate it.
wandering.
mystery is highly endangered.
google maps eliminates adventure.
google search eliminates mystery.
not ready to live in a world full of noh-it-awls...
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6/1/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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This man has one nose.
He is just like me!
He is my people.
This lady has two blue eyes.
She is just like me! Phew.
She is my people.
This child has red hair,
But my hair is brown.
I need to keep a close eye on him.
His freckles derived from a far away land.
This man has dark skin,
But my skin is light...
This man could be dangerous.
This man is a threat.
Why aren't people more like me?
my Mommy and Daddy whispered.
They... are my people.
I'm eating an apple.
He's eating an orange! Fuck Him...
He is the devil.
He must be the evil.
He is just like me!
He is my people.
This lady has two blue eyes.
She is just like me! Phew.
She is my people.
This child has red hair,
But my hair is brown.
I need to keep a close eye on him.
His freckles derived from a far away land.
This man has dark skin,
But my skin is light...
This man could be dangerous.
This man is a threat.
Why aren't people more like me?
my Mommy and Daddy whispered.
They... are my people.
I'm eating an apple.
He's eating an orange! Fuck Him...
He is the devil.
He must be the evil.
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5/22/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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we've never met.
do you know I'm writing this?
we won't have the pleasure in this life.
although I was told yesterday that lives are parallel,
not sequential.
a stranger told me that.
a stranger just like you.
a stranger just walked into the room.
she looks very similar to you....are you fucking w. me?
she seems insecure. were you?
is that what this was all about? perfection.
You're an artist more than an athlete. Did you know that?
(Do you know that)
You exemplify life like no other human could.
You can't be understood.
never.
Although you've brought me incredible sadness,
brutal sadness, suggesting kinship.
I won't forget you.
you've made me a better person.
my world transformed.
I now have an immediate response.
"If you could have dinner with anyone living or dead?"
You.
do you know I'm writing this?
we won't have the pleasure in this life.
although I was told yesterday that lives are parallel,
not sequential.
a stranger told me that.
a stranger just like you.
a stranger just walked into the room.
she looks very similar to you....are you fucking w. me?
she seems insecure. were you?
is that what this was all about? perfection.
You're an artist more than an athlete. Did you know that?
(Do you know that)
You exemplify life like no other human could.
You can't be understood.
never.
Although you've brought me incredible sadness,
brutal sadness, suggesting kinship.
I won't forget you.
you've made me a better person.
my world transformed.
I now have an immediate response.
"If you could have dinner with anyone living or dead?"
You.
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4/22/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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How did you get here?
You belong to the sea.
A city of slaves, how's it feel to be free?
You're built for the sand, impossible man...
How did you get here... seriously?
Did somebody send you?
You looking for love?
But you're in the air of pigeons and doves.
You must be a rebel, a seeker of sorts...
You glide through the air... I sit on my porch.
You belong to the sea.
A city of slaves, how's it feel to be free?
You're built for the sand, impossible man...
How did you get here... seriously?
Did somebody send you?
You looking for love?
But you're in the air of pigeons and doves.
You must be a rebel, a seeker of sorts...
You glide through the air... I sit on my porch.
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4/11/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I quit yesterday cause I'm no longer working.
Now I will work toward my passion with courage.
If it doesn't work I will happily fail.
I will retry to work a new angle.
Triangles work, the third times a charm.
A fourth would be tough, but hard work is gone.
I'll work on a fifth and try not to fall.
Remember how sick I felt with a job.
Now I will work toward my passion with courage.
If it doesn't work I will happily fail.
I will retry to work a new angle.
Triangles work, the third times a charm.
A fourth would be tough, but hard work is gone.
I'll work on a fifth and try not to fall.
Remember how sick I felt with a job.
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3/3/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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Looking out your place of knowledge,
Does it ever get lonely?
Can you see as much as God?
-or- are you too, just a story?
Looking at your friend just like you,
Does he ever dispute your claim?
Can he stand to stand alone?
-or- is he too, sheltering pain?
Instead of pointing fingers ten ways,
-and- commanding your own friend with ten.
Why not try forgetting God?
-cause- what they didn't tell you, is you are "him"
Does it ever get lonely?
Can you see as much as God?
-or- are you too, just a story?
Looking at your friend just like you,
Does he ever dispute your claim?
Can he stand to stand alone?
-or- is he too, sheltering pain?
Instead of pointing fingers ten ways,
-and- commanding your own friend with ten.
Why not try forgetting God?
-cause- what they didn't tell you, is you are "him"
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2/1/15
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I like to write on my clothes. Like Tattoos.
But I don't have tattoos. Afraid to commit.
These clothes will fade. Get thrown away.
I don't think I will fade. Won't wear out.
I guess I think I'll live forever. I try.
That's why I make art.
Not to have fun.
to live forever.
But I don't have tattoos. Afraid to commit.
These clothes will fade. Get thrown away.
I don't think I will fade. Won't wear out.
I guess I think I'll live forever. I try.
That's why I make art.
Not to have fun.
to live forever.
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12/31/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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She told me she smoked crack.
She told me she tried meth.
She told me she scored high on her SAT.
She told me she had a child.
She smoked menthol cigarettes.
She looked average in the most gorgeous way.
She was incredibly confident.
She was surprisingly vulnerable.
I think I met her brother.
I think I met her mother.
I think they're from the Carolinas.
She lied to me.
I really don't know who she was,
but I'm afraid most... that's what I loved.
She told me she tried meth.
She told me she scored high on her SAT.
She told me she had a child.
She smoked menthol cigarettes.
She looked average in the most gorgeous way.
She was incredibly confident.
She was surprisingly vulnerable.
I think I met her brother.
I think I met her mother.
I think they're from the Carolinas.
She lied to me.
I really don't know who she was,
but I'm afraid most... that's what I loved.
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11/26/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I observe and witness the day to day,
but. I've really nothing more to say.
People know to dress the part,
they choose their color. make their mark.
I observe and witness the fear of spectrum,
humans. cannot cope with brown.
They specialize in knowing things,
but. fail to see the forest now.
but. I've really nothing more to say.
People know to dress the part,
they choose their color. make their mark.
I observe and witness the fear of spectrum,
humans. cannot cope with brown.
They specialize in knowing things,
but. fail to see the forest now.
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9/30/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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If you want success people must believe,
you're somebody special with nobody needs.
No body for you, King of the gods
Spiritless ghost.
Waterless pond.
If you want success don't look into glass,
clumsy magicians shatter the past.
The truth taboo, The cherished trade secret
Self deceit.
Hidden behemoth.
you're somebody special with nobody needs.
No body for you, King of the gods
Spiritless ghost.
Waterless pond.
If you want success don't look into glass,
clumsy magicians shatter the past.
The truth taboo, The cherished trade secret
Self deceit.
Hidden behemoth.
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8/10/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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6/3/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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If you travel further east, you'll end up in the west.
So what's it really matter to travel with the rest.
You'll encounter what you do and see what you don't.
The rest will find a shelter, but you'll build your home.
So what's it really matter to travel with the rest.
You'll encounter what you do and see what you don't.
The rest will find a shelter, but you'll build your home.
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5/5/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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You have all your purpose and measure your walk,
but please let me tell you the importance of chalk.
Your vision is fixed and set on the prize,
a narrowing tunnel will be your demise.
Don't you remember how hard you could laugh,
no pretense, no goals, not even a path.
Don't you remember how fast you could run,
no point to prove, but just to have fun.
Don't you remember! You wanted to play...
no worry or thought of tomorrow today.
Now let me tell you the importance of chalk,
you don't want to lose the key to your lock.
The lock is your dogma, it may take your life.
It took my friend's, his chalk out of sight.
but please let me tell you the importance of chalk.
Your vision is fixed and set on the prize,
a narrowing tunnel will be your demise.
Don't you remember how hard you could laugh,
no pretense, no goals, not even a path.
Don't you remember how fast you could run,
no point to prove, but just to have fun.
Don't you remember! You wanted to play...
no worry or thought of tomorrow today.
Now let me tell you the importance of chalk,
you don't want to lose the key to your lock.
The lock is your dogma, it may take your life.
It took my friend's, his chalk out of sight.
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2/23/14
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Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I went to this place called Namma,
a village in a town called Wander.
If you go, make sure you wear sunscreen.
I met the Dalai Lama.
I drank a glass of orange juice.
I slept in a grove of banana trees.
I completely lost myself in Namma,
and now I'm living in Wonder.
a village in a town called Wander.
If you go, make sure you wear sunscreen.
I met the Dalai Lama.
I drank a glass of orange juice.
I slept in a grove of banana trees.
I completely lost myself in Namma,
and now I'm living in Wonder.
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12/07/13
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CENSORED |
Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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I'm tired and sore,
exhausted and bored.
With people and choices,
who limit their voices.
To mothers and fathers,
grandparents and others.
For comfort and safety,
obedient babies.
Since sore and tired,
censored and wired.
At the mouth and mind,
for the sixtieth time.
I'm better and greater,
for tomorrow and later.
To nurture and raise,
intellectual slaves.
exhausted and bored.
With people and choices,
who limit their voices.
To mothers and fathers,
grandparents and others.
For comfort and safety,
obedient babies.
Since sore and tired,
censored and wired.
At the mouth and mind,
for the sixtieth time.
I'm better and greater,
for tomorrow and later.
To nurture and raise,
intellectual slaves.
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11/24/13
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All Kingfishers |
Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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Ask me what you think of me,
then ask yourself again.
If you stop reading this poem,
it will never ever end.
Ask me what you think of me,
if you still don't understand.
If you prove to understand,
your mind will spin the khaki tan.
But you'll think your spinning color,
yarn from blue to black to green.
And you'll end up at the bottom,
found with broken submarines.
Ask me what you think of me,
now smile with the fish.
Accept you're not a king,
your one and only wish.
Ask me what you think of me,
and scurry up for air.
But you won't find your ship,
it was never ever there.
then ask yourself again.
If you stop reading this poem,
it will never ever end.
Ask me what you think of me,
if you still don't understand.
If you prove to understand,
your mind will spin the khaki tan.
But you'll think your spinning color,
yarn from blue to black to green.
And you'll end up at the bottom,
found with broken submarines.
Ask me what you think of me,
now smile with the fish.
Accept you're not a king,
your one and only wish.
Ask me what you think of me,
and scurry up for air.
But you won't find your ship,
it was never ever there.
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10/29/13
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Donald Trump |
Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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Imagine a building one-thousand rooms,
with wielding height for Kings.
Royalty scoffs at chandeliers,
praises cunts with karat rings.
Imagine a man bent back to wall,
without the warmth to sleep.
Garbage trucks spew exhaust,
too exhausted to eat.
Imagine a building one-thousand rooms,
all Royal blood failed to fill.
Trust this place to welcome gold
for foreign Gods, a sleeping pill.
Imagine a man bent back to wall,
he never could afford the rate.
Imagine a land where this was true,
and then imagine a United State.
with wielding height for Kings.
Royalty scoffs at chandeliers,
praises cunts with karat rings.
Imagine a man bent back to wall,
without the warmth to sleep.
Garbage trucks spew exhaust,
too exhausted to eat.
Imagine a building one-thousand rooms,
all Royal blood failed to fill.
Trust this place to welcome gold
for foreign Gods, a sleeping pill.
Imagine a man bent back to wall,
he never could afford the rate.
Imagine a land where this was true,
and then imagine a United State.
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10/08/13
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Suicide Genius |
Matthew Joseph Tinkler
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Eight years since I was eighteen. And that’s
how long it took.
That’s how long it took me to give up. It
was an inconceivable process. /suicide.
Physically, I’ve been no where… stuck in my
bedroom for eight years… Eight up.
But my mind… mentally, I willed
myself to a place.
a place where I truly experienced no-thing.
nothing but complete despair.
Pitch black. Lasted for days.
but then, something unexpected happened. My
immediate instinct became “search”
For what? Light. /genius.
Eight years since I was eighteen. And that’s how long it took.
that’s how long it took to become… a suicide genius.
how long it took.
That’s how long it took me to give up. It
was an inconceivable process. /suicide.
Physically, I’ve been no where… stuck in my
bedroom for eight years… Eight up.
But my mind… mentally, I willed
myself to a place.
a place where I truly experienced no-thing.
nothing but complete despair.
Pitch black. Lasted for days.
but then, something unexpected happened. My
immediate instinct became “search”
For what? Light. /genius.
Eight years since I was eighteen. And that’s how long it took.
that’s how long it took to become… a suicide genius.