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Jason R Michie Mar 2021
Well

You know

I dunno

Who knows

You?
© 03/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason R Michie Feb 2021
Wishes are not like prayers,
They do not pause to consider,
What is right or what is best.

Wishes don't knock or wait in lines,
Wishes don't recognize borders,
A wish will never worry or stress.

Wishes hear our deepest desires,
Blind to deception and deaf to lies,
Words are wind to these ethereal beings.

Wishes don't gamble or cheat,
They don't understand money at all,
A wish will never pay for anything.

Wishes are stoic, swift, serene,
Subtle as a star in the day, as wind on waves,
Eagles eyes could not catch a wish in flight.

When prayers won't do,
If hope has no chance,
Wish for a wish,
For a wish just might.
© 02/07/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason R Michie Apr 2021
A garden trowel in a patch of irradiated weeds

An odometer in an endless maze of MickeyD's

An encyclopedia in a pawn shop full of tweakers

A love song on a boombox with broken speakers

May I present several examples of useless things with nothing to do

Now if you think those're bad, you should see what I'm like...


© 04/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason R Michie Jan 2021
Silence can be an impassable shield,
Or an effortlessly piercing spear, 

Barricaded behind this bulwark,
One can strike without fear. 
 
Assaulting these stony crenellations,
Any enemy is made the fool, 

Stones and arrows fall lifeless,
But beware this entropic tool. 
 
Smelted in fires of wrath,
Forged by hammers of pain, 

Tempered in a bath of mistrust,
Sharpened by challenge refrained...
 
It leeches hope, returning nothing,
Depleting both meaning and life. 

Equally capable of smothering the self,
As it is of stifling strife. 
 
Leaving warriors trapped in their castles,
Battlefield abandoned, bodies tossed, 

Besieged by a war of attrition,
That can neither be won nor lost.
© 01/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason R Michie Apr 2021
Though my heart was dead long ago,

This ******,

Through my chest,

It is as the first.

Though I knew long ago,

The break of trust,

Denies me rest,

Heart smoldering, mind cursed.
©03/25/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved.

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