BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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Reading old words
written by younger self
with partial memories stirred,
fleeting moments recorded,
stolen experiences
lost in time,
with these bone fragments
left behind to ponder / decipher…
Pieces of a larger whole;
impossible to imagine.
Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2017
Her name had been Min;
that’s what she told me…
She recorded our calls
for assurance of quality…
Androgynous voice;
deceptive, adroit…
In truth she sounded
like sex-bot android…
Was she truly a person
or just a voice in the dark?
Alone in boudoir
in this farce shaded noir
all that I know is I still have my snark.
Written by Jason Wright
August 6, 2017
I thought it quite hopeless:
the sinking of sailors
this future of men
historical failures
regardless of numbers
of men you’ve seen naked
when love is your goal
then truth is what’s sacred.
You find what is right
divided your vanity
profound and forthright
provided profanity
your life can be balanced
to challenge insanity
your strife can be silenced
by licensed humanity.
Confession is destined
to threaten the legend
with ill timing rhymes
keeping time with suggestions
of paradigms mined
which cheapen perfection:
to deepen my crimes
I ask myself questions…
Can vintaged affliction
for starters be shagged?
Are satisfied victims
just martyrs in drag?
Yes what of those sailors
you suckled in waves?
That fleet of men cuddled
then left to their graves?
Each master troubled
by freedom from slaves…
Beneath the sheets struggled
bereft of enclaves.
Can seamen be free men
unshackled from lust?
Can jocks with the cocks
that tackled love, trust?
What tax unleashed
by men so deceived?
Can climax be reached
before they’re conceived?
Can we release
when these stakes seem too much?
or will we repeat
these mistakes when we touch?
Written by Jason Wright
August 6, 2017
Aching for him in
cyber-hereafter,
Waiting is cruel when
aroused by his laughter,
Innocence twisted
to meet my demands,
My lover handled
by innocent hands
committing a crime
of passion and craving,
He thinks that he kills me
but my life he’s saving,
It’s my lust that drives him
and corners him here,
He has no idea
that I’m not sincere,
He thinks me a victim
or thinks me a fool,
He’s only a pawn
providing me fuel
to achieve the experience
of realized fantasy…
Transcending world
through beautiful tragedy.
Written by Jason Wright
August 5, 2017
Secrets they’re uttering…
sound of sweet suffering;
lies so seductive
that saints die to tell them.
The sightless observers
listen to murmurs
of priests spreading rumors
that they might dispel them.
A riddle so simple
it makes your skin tingle;
symbols are sinful
for they hide the truth…
And beasts that still plague us
are priests begging nakedness;
a feast for his holiness
who only eats youth.
Written by Jason Wright
August 5, 2017
make the muse leave
return here tomorrow
sleep beneath seas
or on Kilimanjaro
sleep among stars
or men who are nude
don’t let the muse
prevent or intrude
into what gives you strength
and what calms your screams
your muse will return
inspired by dreams
Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2017
Afraid of desire
admitted and costly,
Albeit in whispers
of words spoken softly,
Enacted in moments
of uncertain pleasure,
Confused by reactions
of others unfettered,
By reason or choice
by manipulation,
To play the long game
I must not be impatient,
Yet I want it all
and I want it all now,
I must lay claim
to all I’ve disavowed.
Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2017
In dreams we’re together
in all ways imagined…
A still life that’s painted
in all shades of passion…
When awake we are separate
and it’s not enough…
Unable to talk, to touch
or to fuck…
We share the same space
yet we aren’t complete…
And we cling to each other
at night when we sleep.
Written by Jason Wright
August 3, 2017
For Aaron
When I met her: CONNECTION
and desperate to know her,
Began with a dance
although I was unsure
that all that I wanted
was right or was natural…
It felt like the truth
but wasn’t quite factual,
It wasn’t quite candid
and yet it was honest,
Can’t be admonished
for loving a Goddess,
Not quite confusion;
more a puzzle unsolved,
Perhaps it was foolish
and should not be absolved,
Yet we were as children
in a world without structure,
Decades of growth
and change in our culture,
Time heals all wounds
and while we’ve matured…
Twenty-two years
and I’m still writing for her.
Written by Jason Wright
August 3, 2017
For Jennifer
Don’t stop for strangers;
they’re likely fish women,
The sex and the dangers
are strictly forbidden,
The songs and the smells
lead always to madness,
And she that was wanted
will leave your soul haunted…
Will leave and then cleave you in two
through your sadness.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017