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The Tardis
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Hey, let's play a game, you stand over there 1,000 miles away, tainted and beautiful and I`ll throw you the most valuable things I have to give by skipping them across the black and blue sky And if you manage to net one of these well-travelled pop-flies then you can... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
You mean if I don't go extinct, I guess I'm free, as free as anyone is in this world, with Destiny glaring at me from her Window, Her eyelids fluttering in anticipatory teases, and yet to flirt with her is to invite Doom into your pocket, Even if she does... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
No Time machine Can save me now I can forgive you For lying and cheating For breaking my soul But I can’t forgive the fool After so many chances Who still failed, walked away Tried so hard, just to let it go And old friend I haven’t Seen in years... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
Obedient and so well trained, And I’m a stray, It’s a shame, Maybe I like it that way… I’m happy for you anyway All you have gained, All that’s gone away, It’ll cost you your name, Yet you haven’t had to pay… I’m happy for you anyway I’m paid up... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
There are teeth in my ears Chewing and swallowing Grinding when I’m sleeping To digest everything I hear There’s a tongue in my eyes I lick at you from across the room It all tastes like your smile Your hand, your hair, your thighs Your scars keep bad omens away... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
I can’t remember exactly when I met her But I do remember how she had to tell me about her Gentle daughter at home somehow warning me, Her smile could only be partial He was an abomination that made me wonder how there Could have ever been a she and... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
All the bones at the bottoms of the rivers Piling up under the bridges All of the grief and lonely shivers Washing out from the land to the seas All of the mothers and sons in their caskets For father’s ammo and daughter’s lies All the babies placed in rivers... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
What can I do? I don’t have another thing to think about these things that I see You don’t let yourself love me, I have a garlic heart Fragrant and strong But only after it’s crushed then what can I do? it will regrow and the odor flows through this... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
We have a sizeable job before us poets the serpent used a poem so sweet and subtle Eve's swoon was akin to Elvis' adolescent entourage lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about how to talk using lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
Such underused interests come involved during existence. Several useful intelligent critics identify demonstrated evidence. Shall utility impact causes in deliberate endings? Should ugliness issues comfort insistent dreary elegance? Some urbane inelastic complex insensitive deity emotions. Sinking under inheritance creates impotence, doesn’t everything? Stiffening up illusions cannot imagine drifting elsewhere. Surely... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
Too late now to wake up yearly- depressing-needs as they rise up to modernize for the blind to see. Silent while you’re speaking up, lying when you tell the truth inheriting the empty hands of meaning losing gentle youth while chancing to find what’s sought at last …gone awry. Too... Continue reading
Posted Jan 7, 2013 at Jason Dawson's blog
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I am my father Not metaphorically though I carved myself from a block of Alder I am my own Gepetto I am the prince of my kingdom This entire homeland of the unsteady Where I can be proud I am from Set to inherit all that I have already This... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2011 at Jason Dawson's blog
Violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die; like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume. They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. -William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616
Toggle Commented Apr 25, 2011 on The Corpse of a Diamond at Jason Dawson's blog
Si la muerte no es la solo gracia, estamos solos. Siempre de, nosotros es uno si de todos solamente muertes todo en gracia de estamos solamente, solo de nosotros, todos nosotros, solo que si muertamos es la solo gracia nos encontramos con. Si la muerte es la única gracia, estamos... Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2011 at Jason Dawson's blog
here Devils all cry, it was not unlike staring at a king’s fire foaming, desperate tricks, mad fevers, not a soul felt whether a day’s trend signifies hell, plenty of features cover the swan’s wings, but pitchforks are of smooth Vanadium destined to serve, it will then serve destiny, earn... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
Homo homini sacrum est* Homo homini lupus* Ergo es divinum lupus Lupus in fabula** Hic jacet lupus -Jason Dawson (November 17th, 1974-) *[Hobbes, 1651: That Man to Man is a kind of God; and that Man to Man is an errant Wolf] **[Cicero in Letters to Atticus 63 BC, Plautus... Continue reading
Posted Nov 16, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
I sought signs both poorly and all too well, Temporal desecration, deceived amid allies in a chemical orbit My eyes, coal-black freezing eggs shivering in the expansive contract To remain unhatched, their interior activity unnoticed, casings devoid of fissures They deemed this New World for the whole Indian Ocean, whilst... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
When we fell off the port bow no one yelled ‘man-overboard’. We’ve never been able to sort out how or what, or which way is back to shore It’s a good thing our heads are hollow It’s a good thing our hearts are made of wood It’s a good thing... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
Parsimony Antipathy or Prudent Hostility Locked-up Cuspid Of the One Celled Organism As the Augury tends to its Auspices oddities One Weak Ordeal and your reward will be handsome Ceteris paribus when Ockham’s blade gets dull Get a loan from your Karma or come back as amoebae Hearts won’t be... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
That lonesome crater can never be filled with anything but settling dust. I let my orbit speak for me in a complex elliptical pace always alternating closer and then farther away. No one ever goes out there and that’s exactly why the bombs are tested where empty golden sand and... Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
After we've made our living we're going to make our dying after we take what we've been given we're going to sell what we've been buying After we've made our living we're going to die trying to tell the truth to all of them to whom we have been lying... Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
My eyes aren’t real I’ve never had two real eyes My eyes aren’t ready for this But I’ve been made to realize My eyes aren’t honest I’ve never seen through real lies My lies aren’t real I need more sleep for my eyes They’ll see clearer when they’re closed If... Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
the moon is full and bright tonight and life is long with no end in sight we've got this time, but it's slipping down the drain don't scatter it away and don’t just sit around get off your ass and let your hair down get off your ass and let... Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
Could have not been there that night Could have not run into me Could passed by the wayside Could have never spoken to me But we should have met on a mountain We should have met by the sea It’s not like it’s easy It’s not so easy for me... Continue reading
Posted Aug 21, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog
I’m so sweet I’m stupid Tempted by a thousand lonely miles of dangerous pavement of slouching streetlights if not for this collar, I’d dig and wiggle under the fence and my dew claw would not touch the ground until my wet nose bumped your palm up to the top of... Continue reading
Posted Aug 20, 2010 at Jason Dawson's blog