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Jason Feb 2021
Are you looking for the hook,
That you just know is inside that worm?

Would you eat an apple,
Before giving it a hundred turns?

Could you have a bite of fish,
Without looking for a bone?

Would you tear down your house,
To be sure termites haven't made it a home?

If offered a spoon of honey,
Would you bee seeking the hive?

If you saw a cloud with a silver lining,
Would you smelt it down, looking for '925'?

Are you searching for a game,
Because you expect a player?

Do you think I'm the Monopoly guy?
Is it the suit, the cane, or the lack of hair?

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© 02/22/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Dibs on the racecar!
Jason Feb 2021
The gentle bite of the stars reflected in the night sea.

Holding my gaze, and holding me fast to my vision,

So that I need never know the difference,

Between your eyes and the light of day.

Turn not away from me, but into me.

So that we might savor the entwining heat of our embrace.

But if you must leave me, know this;

That I shall surely fall into the depths of that same sea,

To perish, still contemplating the wonders of you.

That I should remain, still, beneath such turbulent waters,

Eternally reflecting a love further than the stars,

It would be the sweetest rest,

Suspended in the deepest sorrow.
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Jason Feb 2021
Fun
The most fun I ever had
Was making you laugh
**** a copyright who cares steal it
it's only my heart
  Feb 2021 Jason
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
Ultimate freedom
Of body and soul
No one , nobody  controls
Be as free as you can be
In spirit and mind
Go where you want to go
Do what you want to do
Say what you want to say
Only then you will see
what you were meant to be
So be what you want to be
Only then you can say
Yes this  is truly me!
Shell ✨🐚
A life lived under control of someone else, isn’t living
Jason Feb 2021
It wasn't the kind of heartbreak
That you get over with a road trip

It wasn't the kind of heartbreak
You got over with a peyote trip

It was the kind of heartbreak
You carry with you through your life

It was the kind of heartbreak
That makes your heart a graveyard

It was the kind of heartbreak
That makes the grave feel like home
© 01/21/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
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