Poems

Poems don’t need to rhyme, but write about what you know.

March 18, 2019 11:34 AM HST - Posted by Jason

Just a Fading Fucking Reminder

I thought I knew
what time it was before
it was “six in the morning”
and then it all changed,
maybe for better and
maybe for worse...

It’s like we were running the wrong way
and it suddenly dawned on me

Debbie Downer actually isn’t me all of the time,
but seeing people proud of shameful ways
feels depressing to me sometimes

Blasting them is like shooting fish in a barrel,
but they need a radical intervention
after a very rude awakening

It’s just a “see ball, hit ball” kinda thing,
writing about what I always see in front of me
whether it’s great beauty or something gross n filthy

March 17, 2019 6:00 PM HST - Posted by Jason

O Nothing

Everything is always so filthy,
wind blows and rain falls,
but it gets dirty again
with a black soot,
a darkened hue,
bugs and beasts
must live in the muck
and it doesn’t seem right

Stretching my spine, ready to fast,
keeping my temple in order
and wondering about the future

They may call me snowflake or tree-hugger,
but what about the filthy world now?

March 14, 2019 11:55 AM HST - Posted by Jason

Lost (Our Love)

Listening to the story,
continuing to hear the pain
and strain from the art outlets
emphasized with keys and minors
ringing out loud until the end of time

March 12, 2019 2:55 PM HST - Posted by Jason

Tattooed INRI Verse

Sitting in a big metal bird,
I am listening to a dissident
and I have about six hours left

Let’s go!
I am ready,
but here I sit,
primed, unafraid, steeled
and stronger every day,
just like the songs say

Smiling faces
fly me far away
because we know
my heart wasn’t built to stay

Another world awaits......