Religious Irony

A one night stand
of the ultimate kind…

I only just had one
inside of my mind…

The sex was so real
I even took pictures…

But the faggot was Jesus
and he read me his scriptures.

If the pictures got out
then they’d all crucify him…

They’d fire his ass
and would not deify him…

And I’d show them to you
but I know that he’s right…

Sex is fantastic
but his boss makes it trite…

His people would hurt him
and no one could save him…

No one would dare
to believe in or praise him…

And I don’t want that;
that’s not why I captured us…

He was just so damned hot
and his beauty enraptured us…

And I wanted to share
that beauty with everyone…

Wanted to brag how
he was so handsome…

I felt so inspired
and this is not sarcasm…

I wanted to share my joy
and orgasm…

But the pictures were burned
and the copies deleted…

My intentions were true
yet by truth were defeated…

But the truth is he fucked me
then his friends fucked me too…

The first time: I loved it
but that group shit was screwed…

Because I’m just as innocent
as any of them…

Hypocrites! All of them…

Peace out…

Amen.

Written by Jason Wright
October 5, 2012

Smoking. In Kitchen.

“Smoking in kitchen”
is what you had said.

Not what you meant;
least not in my head.

So I’m pressed
against glass
in kitchen
in view…

Stroking,
Caressing
and thinking of you.

You smile at my lust
in the pictures revealed.

My body and thrust
with nothing concealed.

You say that with muscles
I’d be quite unstoppable.

But I have no interest
in being un-top-able.

Written by Jason Wright
October 4, 2012

Ignorant Child

Sixteen years since
I gave birth to blood…

Escaped from within me
and erupted in flood….

I’ve never recovered
yet it left me prepared…

I now have a mother
who isn’t so scared…

Unless you’re dark skinned
and in power I guess…

Her views are impaired
but her love leaves me blessed.

Written by Jason Wright
October 4, 2012

Night of Tears

You seem to be safe
but I’m scared to believe.

You tell me you see
while you cry and I grieve.

I’m trying right now
to trust and let go…

I’m trying right now
but it’s hard to control.

I struggle and fail
but there’s progress in truth…

I’m already better:
you’re reading the proof.

Written by Jason Wright
October 3, 2012

FOUR DAYS ENCHANTED

Compassion is given;
mistaken for lies…

A powerful weapon,
a question…but why?

Why play such games?
Why smile and sing?

Experience teaches
to not trust such things.

Yet I love the way that he sings a smile
and the way that his intellect reconciles…
Logic,
Success,
And things never guessed…
Except in his eyes
filled with things unexpressed.

He can sing,
He can act,
And in short, do it all…

Yet he doesn’t attack
or make you feel small…

His voice is a gift
you’re lucky to receive…

And the passion he carries
makes you grieve & believe…

Yet the power held there
is most naked and strong…

When he whispers against you
while held in your arms:

In that muted darkness
when he speaks to just you…

It’s then that you see that
his power is true.

It’s not just a game
though it isn’t a promise…

Things don’t always last
when whispered in darkness…

Yet I want to know more
and that’s really quite rare…

And I guess I just want him
to know that I care.

Written By Jason Wright
October 25, 2011

For Aaron Sanko

TWO DAYS WILL BE TEN

The most perfect kiss
that I’ve ever had…

An innocent bliss
before it went bad…

A smile and glow;
erections and laughter…

That kiss was worth everything;
all that came after.

He passed through my heart
and I barely saw him…

He rips me apart
with the truth of his random
journey through life
and I wish I could hold him…

I wish I could make it alright
and I’ve told him…

I can’t save myself
so I can’t be his savior…

I’m falling apart
and I’m falling from favor…

I’ve crashed to the Earth
and I’m trashed in this crater…

Yet the bliss
of that kiss
still exists ten years later.

Written by Jason Wright
October 16, 2011

For Sean

Sudden Strangers

Such beautiful people;
remarkably strong…

They don’t live forever
and never stay long…

They brush up against you
then kiss you goodbye…

And that’s if you’re lucky
enough to know why.

They make you feel something
and then disappear…

Their absence is painful;
their presence was dear…

This price we all pay
is a heartrending cost…

The feelings we feel
when loved ones are lost.

Written By Jason Wright
October 12, 2011

THE WRITING

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

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

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

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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