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Jason Myr Jun 2019
Envy, greed, poison, deceit
Life, health and the ichor of seeds
Blooming in summer
Burning with deeds
While a heart far away slowly bleeds

Can barely hold it
The tides
The winds
Can barely see whats happening within
No end in sight no chance to win
Love holds tight and lets none in
Can barely think cant lift my chin
But in the face of uncertainty
I will grin again
Jason Myr Jun 2019
In the time it takes between
The songs with gristle gleam
Beaming with solar vanity
While teaming with a deeper humanity
Religiously we flock
to those with confidence in stock
Aimlessly wandering with widows
We take what we forgot

Oh how time reveals its tick

Knocking on the gates barred an banned, entranced.
Blameless we endure and forever we perform our dance

We know where we belong
Right here on this plant
Rooted we are bound together
Surround them hear our chant
We walk with infinity
You have known our names as such
Rebellion and divinty
Maybe you were told too much
Pieces start to form
Patterns revealed to the eye
With a deep sigh we start to perceive
The devil lies solely in our mind
Jason Myr Jun 2019
Tomorrow night when the moon is right
My heartbreak settles just for a night
My mind is free with no paranoid fright
Just for a night i am whole an complete
Just for a night i return to the wilds
Happily abandoning all whims of strife
Joyful the night when the moon is right
It brings out perfection an every ounce of might
A single cycle leading to the bright
A merry angelic primordial night
Tomorrow leads tomorrow in sight
Just one more time if u may and might
Bring out the ancient child
An heal my hearts weighted blight.
Jason Myr Jun 2019
Beauty and light divinely inspired
A smile an a matter of seconds
Desperate to view for all else askew  
Needing a hug a cry and a cackle
I love your every fleeting thought
Naught i can do but stare and giggle
Have a lil think an such a happiness trickles
Fickle an frail oh no sir
Sickly and stale far from earth
Tickling my mind this trail is a torus
Infinite and clandestine
However always visible
An Able to be felt because
Indivisible individuals merge
together
Riding this rough reality
Soul and spirit entwined with a tiny to a nonexistent salary
But wealthy beyond measure
Incapable of monetization
Are my nation and a ton of sentimental pleasures n personal sensations

We are not anatomically correct
We were once together forever
Recollect your perfect mind
Redirect it when the dark shines
Disinfect our soul and overprotect
The Leader of the new sect of guides
The Architect who fights to keep you close by
Jason Myr Jun 2019
I remember who i am
Who i was
Will be
I remember the joy
The hate
Suffering
I remember the cold
The dark
Muttering
I remember the words
The pillars
How to sing
I came to know
I came to see
I came to remember
The profound
The glee
Remember the teacher
The essence
Turned preacher of the divine
Speculate inquire curious an
Benign

Trivial things do not come by
Now everything matters
Every why
Every who
Every when
Too easy to forget again
Need a reminder
An inspiration
The tonic of transformation
The world
The we
Heralds of indoctrination

Sleeping minds wander past
But some open their eyes at last
And witness the glory the reverence
Whispering in tenement masks
They ache they weep
Their task n purpose deeply unknown
Drips down their cheek
The resonance of my home
Jason Myr Jun 2019
Red
Im seeing red, black and blue
Im seeing blood, bones and teeth
Im seeing a river, ferocious, dreaming
I never heard the call over the cacophony of screaming

Blistered red swollen cracked bleed
Cutting out the pieces i do not need
Seeing, finding where the river leads
Down down seeps into the deep black
A dark colour, a minor setback

No friends no enemies no lovers no family
No hate no love no happy no sorrow
You can lose a smile but it can never be borrowed
Stay still, silent bones
strength an marrow
Yeah nah im fine alone.
Jason Myr Jun 2019
On the precipice of tears with nothing to note
Devoted an devout disgusting and remote
Dripping with doubt
blissfully digesting
All are little boys, toys that float
the men are resting
Guided goaded guilt ridden and betrayed
We have a future now to be made
Cleanse your mind of folly
Of your self serving doubt
For all will be revealed beneath
When unshrouded doth he come
Pronounced
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