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Each line edited for content
Every rhyme missing its mate
Beat time to reach the end
Only to find a blank slate
© 04/15/22 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Fingers slide, sensuous,
Tracing sunlit skin,
Caressing warm memories,
Etching my heart within.

Lips share passions,
Of word and kiss,
Tongues bare souls,
Fears, hopes, and bliss.

Dreaming in your embrace,
Arms encircle, legs entwine,
Drifting in your eyes,
Love reflected, in yours, in mine.

©2015 ©2025 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

It was your choice
I wasn't your boss
I had no voice
It was your loss
I wished you'd stayed
I should have chased
I never betrayed
I never replaced
I wanted you back
I let you go
If you were to ask
I'd have to say no
I changed my mind
I would say yes
I tried to be kind
I should've guessed
It's not your fault
It's you I blame
In every thought
I play this game

2 days late for my 7/20 post
7/22/25, signed, my ghost

Strung prose
Like puzzle pieces
Broken across the page
No longer
Im too linear now
For all that
Maybe
Before long
I'll write
Instruction manuals
And think
They're poetic

If time is simply an illusion
A functional interpretation of quantum reality
Then do we not time travel
Each time we remember?

https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/a61021621/is-time-just-an-illusion/


Birds perched by, quaking upon branch or limb
They heard not my aching, but sang out for Him
Unwitting avians cried, crooning flowering grief
Shaking land and sky, swaying bough and leaf

Sweet somber tune a cloud astride cold wind
Fleet wandered moon and bowed aside for Him
Breathless hush broken, lark tongue arose in
Reckless rush for halcyon star hung frozen

Revelation brightly opined, did thus impart to me
Creation's peace divine; That I, though apart from thee
Stood in presence of love, and by starry sight knew
Good luminescence held above, the same I hold for you


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A dream of a hug
From someone you love
Just a dream, a moment
And all that bitter anger
Is washed away
Diluted to insignificance
And you wake with...what?
Peace? Hope? Love?
All the things you thought
You'd never see again
It wasn't real, it wasn't really her
But the peace, the hope, the love?
Those are real
Those remain

Life is loss, pain
You move on, push past it
You write subroutines to deal
To ease, to distract, to bypass
Again and again until
You are more subroutine
Than you are yourself
And you wonder
At what point did pain
Become more relevant
To life
Than living?
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