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Untitled

by

Jason Corban

Warm drink, Wake late
Mixed thoughts, I hate.
Define peace, where I lay
know life, here I stay.

Dreams surround me
in my wake,
Thoughts have drowned me,
I still dont pray.
Above the surface
I wish I was,
See them calling,
I wave their way.

Swim to sink beneath false purities
Refraign the need to gasp for air
Clear away a space in mind.
Refine their need to grasp thin air;

Why?-understanding-onlyme...


A-cute Hand Of Hate

by

Jason Corban

In his room his eyes would turn to blood
And his little pen was his leathal dart,
The paper the ink was about to flood
Would be hidden in the closet,in the dark.
He was eight when he began to start
It was Ma and Pa he did first,
On his list they were not apart
And each were now under the curse.
Behind the curtains that were closed
Was another world he hated to know,
Somehow vulnerable there he seemed exposed
So back to his room he would go.
His work was done from him despise
For victims-their fate, to them unknown,
To them he's nothing, his prize disguise
Draws hate from ink on paper shown.
For them it was the pain they gave
For him it was their blood he used,
From his pen, no ink to save
As their ink flowed -how much they abused.


Her Intimate Power

by

Jason Corban

In faint array, in vacant bloom,
its composed for me a deathless tune;
Has sound so placid, has calm so smooth,
it sings to me a song unmoved.

I kissed her for this gift of love
She thanked me for our time above.


Space Between Our Thoughts

by

Jason Corban

Space between our thoughts
Stars to draw our focus
Mapping a bridge of perception
-That guides in understanding
This creation of a third perspective
Within the space between our thoughts.


Dancing Still

by

Jason Corban

Dancing still
Comforts in the air,
Surrounding one here
Its all I need,
- a silent friend
Its all I'll feel,
-with no emotions
to claim the empty space,
And no distractions
to spark a thought.
Goodbye Sarah,
Hope your where
youd want to be,
Still, wishing
you were here with me.


Looking In The Mirror

by

Jason Corban



What is this reflection that starves to be seen
but persistent reminder
-truth enough to remain an enigma
Contemporary picture of confusion
without frame that would rationally contain
-fictional character seperate from reality

But here we are one and the same.


Arest Of The Heart

by

Jason Corban



Unwanted, and no longer with anything to want
finally the comfort and relief
of desire put to sleep
Gives a very weary heart a quiet place to non-exist.

And yet still, love does not die so easily.


Epitome

by

Jason Corban

A lesson to learn
It was so easy
To find out the hard way
Little slimy fingers of a child
And that top drawer
Epitome of curiosity
Comes crashing down to teach me...

A lesson to learn
It's so easy to find out the hard way
When it's all broken down to pieces
Look at what you've found
The beauty of a childís destruction
Surrounds
Such beauty...

That We Share

by

Jason Corban


now feel
what you see
it is the world
that we share

television
screen us from direct emotion
channeled into hollow thought
static to fill the void

we donít care
that you donít care
just keep us fed
fed up

one day
an interactive game
will help us obtain
an even quicker death

but today I just feel
a dark horizon
the future
we share