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 Aug 4 Jason R Michie
JRF
Free

Something I yearn to be
but fate won’t give me that
not even for a minute

I want to be free. Join me?

So take my hand
Come close to me let’s
Be free

Break the shackles
the weight
of this burden

Let’s be carefree
weightless
blameless
let’s be free

Free.
Just you and me let’s be
Free.
 Aug 4 Jason R Michie
JRF
Nocturnal Haiku

I can’t sleep because
You haunt every minute
Of my weary mind.
 Aug 4 Jason R Michie
JRF
Open

My hands, palms up
My heart, every chamber.
My mind, my polluted, confused, exhausted mind is open
to you

To you
to love you
I’m so open
To loving you.

So give me a chance, won’t you?
HER
i have seen the heaven created in you—  
one they could not understand.  
and so they named it wrong,  
because they could not hold what they feared in their hand.  

you were fire, and i the very same.  
they said we’d burn the world down—  
but all we ever wanted was to be warm.  

her touch: psalm.  
her gaze: prayer.  
and still, they call it sin—  
as if holiness can’t wear soft skin and hold my hand.  

they could not understand  
that when she loves me,  
the sky listens more closely  
and the stars stay a little longer.  

her eyes, gently pulling me in—  
her gaze sweeping me beneath her tides  
as i pry to the surface  
to utter her sacred name.  

and even the breath feels borrowed,  
as if the universe conspired to see it through.  

how can my sin be love?  
oh, they would never understand.
i wish i could listen to my heart and block the world's voice
tip toes to an imaginary line
drawn in the sand,
speaks in shadows,

tenderness, raw and sharp.

raised by wolves
she chews to the bone.

kiss the wind
my love is gone.
Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation
Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population
Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides
Partial recognition what society provides
One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster
Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster
Written after reading a little Roxanne Gay
I knew something as kid
that now I have forgotten
Time tricks you into thinking
you are going forward
I was chasing being brilliant,
So they told me stupidity
was the prize of intelligence - I get that now
But I’m yet craving sagacity,
Then will I truly get it when I get the chance?
Because perhaps what I lost
is an ignorance that I’ll never recover
And I’ll never be as smart as when i was dumber
"I wish I could..."
That’s what I say when I visit memories
distant, blurred, and strange.
A world I knew… and yet never truly knew.
The quiet roots of who I’ve become.
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