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Jason Jun 2022
I've cut open the corpse of this love
So I could crawl inside to survive
The eternal cold night of this loss
06/21/22
Jason May 2022
I have wings,
but no feet.
I am escape,
without retreat.
I am surrender,
but not defeat.

What am I?

05/13/22
Jason Apr 2022

Worn photograph clutched
Tightly in the mind's eye
Faces faded, edges rough
Light preserved by hopes lie

Lush garden terrace
Woven through with thorns
Soft smile turned sharp grimace
Scarcely healed scars torn

Fairytale truths delude
Poison apple dreams
The really-real world
Seethes behind the seems

Dark mirrors reflection
Bends reality
Echoes of connection
Charm eternity
04/02/22
Jason Nov 2021
My life was no stage
'Twas a catwalk suspended
O'er your absence
11/21/21

And I still can't figure out how to turn off the lights...
Jason Oct 2021

There's something amiss in my desperate laugh,
A misty, wistful wish, an algid disparate draft,
Finest thread of dread winding its way throughout,
Vines, verdant, spread, binding my hope to doubt,
Booming drum shaking foundations made of sand,
Tinkling of breaking glass creations out of hand,
Spilling out and over, released lest the dam burst,
Consuming as if lover, heedless of best-verse-worst,
Best nightmares, worst dreams, in the end, it's all the same,
Unheard cares and thoughts mean, play the grandest games.

10/26/21 Jason R Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Oct 2021

Let nostalgia and what-ifs,
Should-of, would-of, and could-of,
Be no longer curses, but gifts,
Not the pain of loss, but the memory of love.

Let the years seem kind in their passing,
Let me revel not in the present but celebrate in giving,
In helping, in loving, in laughing,
Not just one closer to death but another year of living.

Let these words ease angst,
And soothe long-suffering sorrow,
Let the past be wreathed in lights, not pains,
Not days passed but another chance at tomorrow.

Today I've decided I've outgrown these tears,
I'm yet younger than the mirrors wrinkled clues,
So here's wishing you all the best of my years,
With a wink of these birthday blues.

© 10/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Aug 2021

The edge of the abyss
Is the thrill of power
The hint of her presence
Blasting from the radio tower
Her hand reaching out
Is the cosmic transistor
Soothing waves deluge doubt
No force can resist her

© 08/03/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved.
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