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  Oct 2019 Jason Myrwoda
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Jason Myrwoda Aug 2019
Hes walking, bobbing his head slow
Hes talking, mastering the puppet show
Hes stalking, prodding a deep breath
Hes glaring, blowing a shallow death

Hes baring, his soul to those who know
Hes meaning, gleaming a future of a mans tainted home
A face of stone
Claiming the stained knowledge of the ones thought lost to the blizzard
Stitched and sewn

Phony facade, artificial barricade
Slimy placards, instigator serenade
Plagiarized identity, copy and the easy paste
Clearing the empty lobotomized  
Shadow place

A large barren space between the spine
And the ace of spades sternum
Separation of the shine an the sheen of a demanding emotion
he never put the effort into understanding or accepting the motions
All devotion

A catastrophic energy
Imploding sun
Created malformed distinguished
Clueless fun
Strumming the chords of the sated
She decided
Humming to the tune of the hated
She confided
Twirling to the beat of the black satyr
She piloted the light
Where there i sat
Jason Myrwoda Aug 2019
Trembling he follows the being
Striding through the night
Mumbling he speaks
His heart pounding
Firmly he stiffens
His eyes wide
Grimly he grimaces
He knows the budgets tight
Shuffling, each step scraping across the divide
Struggling to grip that which doesnt leave his side

Coherently it proclaims
We have almost arrived
Feverently he protests
I nearly have it defined
Distinguished but in jest
You dont have a choice

In time my kind will hold your voice
We will hoist the strings
Puppeteering the mind

We will shine
A disgrace to us
Claimed our cage
In the last age
Now centre stage
A guide to the book
The egos playmate
Jason Myrwoda Aug 2019
The fool made his mark this day
The arrogant sewed his fortune tonight
A tool wielded racked with decay
A surrogate showed its optimal flight
By the stool, shielded an eager to say
Approximate! bellowed the optical plight
Madman, guilded an meager
Leaps into the fray
Where battling the sin
Stay away he cried
Shedding his stoic skin
Sway me to leave
Yielded to all within him
He could not bid her to go
So off she went for good
Betrayed by a clone
He could not have known
For the years he has spent
On this earth alone
Dont equate
To what came with loves glow
That came with her
Coming home.
Jason Myrwoda Aug 2019
If we fail
Falling we glide
Toward the next step
A new motivation flies
Clearing the distance and screaming a sigh
Thats another love gone by
So now
I walk within an ether glow
Seeing only within a veil the shroud

I speak only to those in the know
And hold my tongue lest i be proud

I hear the flowing delight of sound
But obsidian eyes follow me round
Yelling paranoia an still climbing down

But as above, below we find
A growing desperate glitching mind
Over matter though, an easy night
Black an white
No wrong or right
Nothing lost
nothing found
All the while
Never a frown
Never to stir
Belonging to no one
No yellowy brown
Not him
Not her
No trust
No lust
All guilt
All repression
Sorted into individual moods
Quiet unmoving
Cant flinch too soon

A predilection towards a stoic nature
Depression doesnt mix well
Being the Stone is safer.
  Aug 2019 Jason Myrwoda
Where as most are away in slumber
I'm sitting on the couch in wonder
Writing a poem that's supposed to help
It's like writing all the pain in one yelp
My hands are shaking and my stomach is queasy
I can make a rhyme one line at a time
But I can't save a dime and misery sits on my mind
All alone it's 4:24a.m
Quiet phone up all night again
I'm not always sad and I'm not always mad
I try to stay glad and feel happy a tad
Struggle to write a happy poem
I don't even know where this is goin'
Pack the bowl inhale exhale
Pay the toll forget your life is hell
Apparently it's worth for the times you smile
But they fail to tell you that misery runs for miles
Talking to myself again
Conscious is my best friend
Will this ever end?
  Aug 2019 Jason Myrwoda
Who are in love with each other,
And pretend and lie to not care,
Won't remain friends forever,
Because, the more you get to touch them,
The harder it gets to resist them,
And you can't not just touch them.
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