Month: March 2013

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Love Lessons

I hurt someone once
by being unfaithful…

The memory hurts me
but makes me quite grateful…

That I learned this lesson
and will not repeat it…

Even when others
might leave me quite heated.

For I can’t control
my passions / attractions…

But I can be faithful
within my own actions…

I may flirt and smile
with consent of my lover…

And I may imagine
that he’s with another…

And I may write poems
both sacred and naughty…

But only my partner
shares my bed and body.

I love that by this
our love is not lessened,

I love that he trusts me
and doesn’t feel threatened,

I love that he loves me
and I love him too,

I love that the words
that I’ve written are true.

Because someone once hurt me
by being unfaithful…

He was jealous and angry
and often distasteful…

I gave him my all
while he told mostly lies…

Even after the point
when we’d said our goodbyes.

So this new love is cherished
and acknowledged for rareness…

This love permeates
my every awareness…

I’m grateful that my love
with Aaron still thrives…

And maybe this love will last
all our lives.

Written by Jason Wright
Sunday, March 10, 2013

For Aaron, Mark & Michael

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Life and Survival

In two-thousand-nine
my life was sublime…

Feeling finally whole
after such a long time…

But it wasn’t to last
and it wasn’t to stay…

I learned to survive
and forgot how to play.

Survival is fine
when that’s all you’ve got…

In two-thousand-ten
that mattered a lot…

But just hanging on
isn’t really like living…

Just understanding
is not like forgiving.

In twenty-eleven
my world fell apart…

I lost all that mattered
to me and my heart…

Yet still I survived
as a ghost of myself…

Until love brought me back:
I became someone else.

And that someone else
left in twenty-and-twelve…

And I left life behind
that I could save myself…

But there’s life and survival
and I’m caught in-between…

Perhaps I’ll choose life
in twenty-thirteen.

Written by Jason Wright
Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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ZOMBIE

The video plays
and I see her alive.

She’s been dead for years;
I’d forgotten her eyes.

There’s a part where he fucks me
with a mask that’s removed…
and I could not remember
until I saw the truth.

How can someone alive
be so very dead?

The video plays
and gets stuck in my head.

He wants to destroy it
but just doesn’t see…
that when he was alive
he was buried in me.

I cradle his shell
and I weep and inquire…
wasn’t he there
when he showed me desire?

Was I always alone
and alive more than most?

Was he always so sad?

Was he always a ghost?

And he weeps
there’s no answer
and he quakes at my touch.

And I show him I loved him
and ever so much.

We cry at the memory
made flesh and erection…
and she smiles from grave;
success;
resurrection.

Written by Jason Wright
March 1, 2013

For: Jason, John & Deana
who still haunt my dreams.

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