Month: September 2011

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THE WRITING

A piece I did September 15, 2011. If anyone can guess what I was trying to convey I’ll be rather impressed. lol

What it’s all about
is there on the wall…

Each letter I type
is a tear that won’t fall…

Each tear is a story;
Each word is a blessing…

Do I really see them
or am I just guessing?

The visions I see:
a man singing sweetly…

With talent that shakes you
and takes you completely…

The man is singing
his beautiful pain…

In my own quiet way
I’m doing the same…

And it heals me to see
that such pain can convict him…

Screaming through poetry;
I’m not a victim.

I write about life,
of sex and of death…

The darkness inside
is what I love the best…

For Michael
and my horrible choices…

For David
and his beautiful voices…

For people I meet at random
while watching…

The writing is back
and shows no signs of stopping.

Written by Jason Wright
September 24, 2011

Guesses about the artwork.

For the record, the art was supposed to be view from my heart, looking down, seeing my ribcage and such. It was clearly based more on a feeling than any anatomy or science! lol

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UNDER CONSTRUCTION

The previous week
and he was demolished…

A wave of destruction
that left them abolished…

And the light in his eyes
is pain sheened in laughter…

That light in the darkness
could lead to disaster…

But that light reminds me;
combines us together…

Commonality comforts;
so hard to surrender…

And the sound of his songs
and the taste of his lips…

The touch of his hand
wrapped in my fingertips…

And the way that he smiled
with such controversy…

For Bauhaus and Siouxie
and Sisters of Mercy…

The way that he watched me
and wanted and waited…

The curves of his lips
left my own fear abated…

We were both still destroyed
yet acknowledged and known…

For that moment the lonely
learned they weren’t alone…

He gave me that magic
and time somersaulted…

Wave of destruction;
enraptured and halted…

True we’re destroyed
and under construction…

Yet can’t help but smile
at our introduction.

Written by Jason Wright
September 21, 2011

For David Hull

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Momentous Moments

The crow at your door
surprised me…
a vision…

Could not comprehend
it’s ghost like precision…

Crows can be murder
or rapture or rotten…

We entered beneath it
and soon twas forgotten.

I was in your apartment
and very much single…

When the spark in your eyes
made my skin start to tingle…

Though we weren’t alone
and we weren’t together…

I was laying there
hard
and wanting
and clever…

The throbbing
was robbing of fear and of doubt…

The sex of your eyes
made me long to find out
just how you would taste
and I couldn’t hold back…

And alone for just moments
I pounced and reacted
with hunger and lust
at the sights set before me…

You tasted amazing…
You tasted of glory…
You tasted of chance…
You tasted of trust…

But the moment
it faded
and it turned to dust…

Yet within me it lingers…
I know what the crow meant…

For I remain rapt
in the taste of that moment.

Written by Jason Wright
September 20, 2011

For Tom: more than a year after the fact.

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I WANT TO FUCK YOU

When you stand next to me
with smile that you give…

Not reflected in eyes
your disguise starts to give…

And I want to deliver you
into such madness…

Want to wipe out
the ache and the sadness…

Want to eclipse you
and hurt just a little…

I think that you’d like that
and not just a little.

’cause although you’re strong
you’re surprisingly green…

Though you’re black and you’re white
and all shades in between…

And the looks that you give
seem to lie and divide you…

But I so long to see,
your truth
and believe me:

I’d like to see you
with me deep inside you.

Written by Jason Wright
September 20, 2011

For George,

who was told a few hours ago.

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RETURN

You’ve been gone for so long
yet you never quite knew it…

But you’re looking at me
and you know you’ve been through it…

Through all of the darkness
and all of the pain…

The tears and the struggle
that made you insane…

The hurt and the damage
that made you so bitter…

But one conversation
made you start to consider
finding a way
to return to the past…

The joy and the lust
which once held you fast…

The smiling laughter
and the best seen in others…

Finding love in one’s self;
in one’s sisters and brothers…

Expressing yourself
with reckless abandon…

With no fear of judgment
at being so random…

Do not fear rejection
at being so sexual…

Fear affects all;
makes you ineffectual.

So cast off your fear…
Please try if you can…

You aren’t alone…
You still have your friends…

Friends that will welcome you
back from the tragic:

Return to yourself
and remember the magic.

Written by Jason Wright
September 13, 2011

For Charles Lindsay, who inspired my return.

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