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Don't feel bad TR, the piece this is based on is so obscure I'm sure no one has read it.
I changed the words to fit the mood I wanted to convey. Though I kept his chorus like chant
between verses. Which is why I said I sort of wrote this piece.
Jason R.
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I get my inspiration from numerous sources. Much like Weird Al Yankovic gets his inspiration,
for this piece, my inspiration is William Shatner. Go Captain Kirk.
That's Me Trying
By: Jason R.
I got your address from the Internet at the library
Wandered in, looked you up and you were there
Weird how it?s been the best part of fifteen years
You must be, what, in your late twenties now
If I remember
You were born in June or was it May
As I waited for you to pick up, I wonder what you?d say
Years of silence
Not enough
Who could blame us giving up
Above the quiet there?s a buzz
That?s me trying
You still singing inside churches down in Texas?
Have you told anyone?no, that?s not fair
I know I haven?t been the best of friends
I?ll hold my hand up there
The reason that I?m calling, is I miss you a great deal
Let's get a little nostalgia action going
Put the past behind us
Eat some food and drink some beer
You still talk to our family?
Catch me up on their lives
Years of silence
Not enough
Who could blame us giving up
Above the quiet there?s a buzz
That?s me trying
But I don?t want to bring up any of that bad stuff
Why I left you in that hell hole two days before graduation
I?d like to explain my actions
But I can?t
So let?s keep things easy
Stick to topics that won?t freak us out
How ?bout this
Let?s choose a book and we?ll read it before we meet
Then we can sit down at the restaurant
Have a look at the menu and talk about it while we eat
Pretend that we?ve never had a problem
So our life can be like
Easy
Uncomplicated
Cool
Let?s pretend that the past never happened
I don?t really like thriller?s anyhow
I don?t want to know if you have a boyfriend
No need to tell me where I went wrong
I don?t want to know what happened in your twenties
You wanna try ?Brokeback Mountain?
Or is that too long?
Years of silence
Not enough
Who could blame us giving up
Above the quiet there?s a buzz
That?s me trying
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This was sent to me today by my very good friend. It moved me, so I figured I'd share it
with everyone at Awesome Dude. Enjoy
Jason R.
A (short) Love Story
I will seek and I shall find you...
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan and groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm
finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
Now all you readers, get your mind out of the gutter, and go get
your flu shot!
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I read this story late last night after I got home from work and I read it again first thing this morning.
Well, this afternoon when I got up, three pm. Anyway.
Very well written, and very tense. The use of internal dialogue, one thing I dislike, is used so perfectly I forgot I was reading a story written in the first person. Very well done with a vision of a scary future I could almost see happening. Good thing I live in California.
Great job Douglas. I hope to see more pieces from you.
Jason R.
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I Devise my own Demise Conclusion
By: Jason R.
Violently he grabbed my arms
And twisted them tightly behind my back
With a hellish look in his emerald eyes
He clenched up his fist and attacked
Fingers laced with rings he beat me hard
From my shoulders to my feet
The metal sliced right through my olive skin
Just like razors through a sheet
Countless times my blood splattered
As each inhuman blow was given
From the memory of lies that mattered
He smiled as my nose was torn to ribbons
Much to his surprise I turned my head
Though the words I used were few
His face turned brighter shades of red
When I shouted out, ?Fuck you.?
Uncaringly he tossed me against the wall
And kicked my weakened form
And my blood pressure fell deathly low
Yet I could hear the sirens swarm
My face he punched and smacked
Forcing me to my knees
I fell to the floor when he kicked me in the back
Through lack of sleep and inebriation
My eyes began to swell
And weakened by my loss of blood
This liar?addict fell
And when I did my blood splattered
On the boy and on his shoe
And as he bent to wipe it off
I spat out, ?Fuck you.?
Then he took a knife from the sink
And jabbed it into my arm
He opened the door and threw me out
I realized this boy had caused me harm
Lying there in agony and torment
My body convulsed with pain
I tilted my face towards the stars
Slipping towards the insane
In a moment of clarity I finally knew
The price for all the hate I had carried
Before that time or since
I made a statement that to this day
Caused the boy I once loved to wince
I said, ?I?ll never love you now no matter what you do.?
And as I blacked out and slipped into darkness
The last words he heard was, ?John, fuck you.?
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I Devise my own Demise Part Four
By: Jason R.
Maybe it was the madness that I let reign
Maybe it was the innocence I lost when I came
Maybe it was the feelings sucked through the drain
Maybe it was the heartache of love quite insane
Maybe it was the ocean that gave me these tears
Maybe it was the moonlight so far yet so near
Maybe it was the sunshine that stripped all the gears
Maybe it was the lust that banished all fears
Maybe it was the moment of something masculine
Maybe it was the desire for life more feminine
Maybe it was the illusion of one true friend
Maybe it was the past repeating all over again
Maybe it was the fear of us saying goodbye
Maybe it was the self-destructing gleam in your eye
Maybe it was the sameness I heard in your lies
Maybe it was the tears that fell as you cry
Maybe it was the highs that together we achieve
Maybe it was the mountain resting on your sleeve
Maybe it was the promise that you?d never leave
Maybe it was the connection we had as we grieve
Maybe it was the motion of standing in this place
Maybe it was the refusal to grant emotional space
Maybe it was the past neither of us could erase
Maybe it was the searching to let love replace
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I Devise my own Demise Part Three
By: Jason R.
It?s like I temporarily lost my mind
It?s true what they say infatuation is blind
But as I watched you walk back into my life
Little did I know we would end in strife
But as we talked amongst the stars
Like a complicated dance, two fighters that spar
The truth never entered into our conversation
Sex was the prize and intended manipulation
As we flirted and talked late into the night
Vodka and cigarettes under moonlight
My intent was to charm and seduce a straight boy
For you I was a living, breathing sex toy
You were the beginning of love I can?t escape
Your eyes the anchor, the pathway to hate
Drama surrounds us as we chase the extremes
Loving you was like living in a dream
For I was young and filled with passion
You were a whore and laughed at my reaction
Even though inside your embrace I felt warm
It was the eye of a hurricane, stillness before the storm
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I Devise my Own Demise Part Two
By: Jason R.
It?s a rainy evening and I feel so fine
Because you?re in my heart and inside my mind
I think I?m falling into love with you
Kiss and flirt a little, I know you feel it too
In the moonlight, as the rain it falls
We can last forever, tear down the walls
Do not question it, just go with the flow
In my water garden, reap the things we sow
Heartbeats pounding faster, as we embrace
Our bodies shift in motion, I like the way you taste
I know the way you feel, much like getting high
Painted orange and red, into an unknown sky
I?ve got this burning feeling, ain?t no false alarm
I?m content beside you, wrapped up in your arms
And when the sun is shining, there is no more rain
I?m a brand new creature, happiness instead of pain
On my bed of roses, rest your head awhile
I?ll kiss you so sweetly, get lost in your smile
Every waking moment I will give to you
I want to spend my life getting off on you
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Graeme,
I had read both pieces a few months ago and enjoyed the oblivion of the father.
But when I listened to you read the piece, the amusement in your voice as you read
the piece added so many levels of enjoyment. I picture the father to be somewhat
out of touch or maybe in denial but good hearted and filled with love.
By the way, you sound a lot like my Executive Chef. His voice sounds sexy too.
Jason R.
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I knew a Dan once, you know, in the biblical sense. Oddly enough, I too was
drunk at the time. I wonder what it is with boys named Dan?
Jason R.
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I Devise my Own Demise Part One
By: Jason R.
I remember that first day we met
I was sitting on the porch
A cigarette dangling from my mouth
A Molson Canadian in my hand
You were there with your friend
A female and an attractive one
I thought what a waste
You were silent as she spoke to me
Inquiring about the room for rent
But I only had eyes for you
You made my pulse quicken
My thoughts scattered like the wind
From your intense emerald gaze
An instant connection we shared
I sent her inside to speak to the landlord
You remained outside with me
You asked for a cigarette
Though you claimed you were trying to quit
A small wicker bench
You sat down beside me
Our legs touching?electric
As we talked and smoked in the sun
I became fascinated by your lips
Or perhaps your entire mouth
And each time you laughed
A sound so infectious
You drew me in with fits of giggles
It was instant between us
For over an hour we sat on that porch
Comfortable like two old friends chatting
Yet all to soon it was time for you to go
For you lived in Pittsburgh
And I lived in Harrisburg
So we said a sad goodbye
And I watched you walk away
I thought I would never see you again
Such sadness from a random encounter
How gay was I sitting there
Watching the most interesting guy walk away
Without asking for a phone number
And email address or anything
I only knew your name?John
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I love the title. I wish I would have thought of it first.
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PS. Ahem, The Midnight Chime isn't a vampire tale in that no one drinks blood, though it is a gothic style horror story with more than a bit of the erotic thrown in. I think he's more of a ghost than the undead, though he is the undead dead, at least for the hour before midnight.
TR,
I refuse to believe Midnight Chime isn't a vampire tale.
*walks away into the night whistling blissfully ignorant*
Jason
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Camy,
One of the reasons I have not recorded a promo for AD radio, my speaking voice sounds horrible. It is
the same reason why I refuse to read my work aloud. I like to say I'm a writer not a performer, but my
ego says something different. If I could record something that sounds good, you bet your tail feathers
I would be recording everything.
As for your own performance, I think Des hit the nail on the head. In my experience, every poet/performer
has his own style and voice. Someone like Gabe, who I assume performs often, probably writes his
pieces with the intention of performing, so the piece flows from conception. As well as his delivery reflects
the "built in" rhyme and meter.
Then you have someone like TR, listen to his piece called The Midnight Chime, he performs this piece with
an actors flare. Lowering and raising his voice as the emotion dictates, I found myself caught up in this
vampire tale. The delivery came off quite sexy and profoundly sad, my opinion.
With your background in music, I should think performing a written piece would be more challenging. Take someone like Jim Morrison, I found his voice to be quite dramatic. If you listen to "The End" or "People Are Strange", his voice carries so much emotion and passion. Yet when I heard him read selected pieces of The Lizard, I found his delivery to be quite mundane.
When I sit down to write, I'm thinking in written terms. From the beginning, I tend to write poetry that should be read, not performed. With the exception of a few pieces, I still loved what you did with HRSA.
I guess you should look through your inventory of poetry, and try to find a piece that best suits a spoken performance. Then figure out what you are trying to say and the "way" to say it should flow naturally from
your emotions. Remember, when you wrote the piece in the first place, you were trying to convey some sort of emotion to the reader. Use that feeling and the material should find its own voice.
Anyhoo, I can't wait to hear what you decide to perform, I'm sure it will blow my lucky socks off.
Jason
PS: Just heard Camy perfrom Courage, that's two I've heard so far. Can I say, sexy?
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I need more time to fully let this piece sink in. But I like it, I just can't tell you why.
Jason
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Reason's I haven't read Laika before today
#1: I couldn't pronounce the title
But after I read James' post earlier today, the bit about Jesus
coming back to save everyone like Robocop peeked my interest.
And then after I read Blue's post, I figured this might be something
I have to check out.
In a way I was lucky, I had ten chapters to read all at once, unlike
the rest of you that had to wait between posts.
I've been a bit depressed lately but after reading Laika, I couldn't help
but laugh. It's bloody brilliant. I don't see myself in the story though, I could
never be that witty or funny.
What an incredible story you have Elecivil, I don't care that I can't
pronounce the title. From the opening paragraph you've balanced
internal monologue with crisp, witty, entertaining narrative that flows
from the page right into my brain. I haven't laughed this hard in weeks.
The whole lion thing...damn. I guess like the rest of Awesome Dude,
I am now a Ele'unatic.
Jason R.
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Hey Trab,
Having a few things posted online. My feelings are as follows
Number 1: Do not reproduce my work on any website without
obtaining my permission.
Number 2: Do not download with the intention of "pirating" my
work and claiming it for your own.
Number 3: Please do whatever it takes for you to enjoy reading
my work. If that includes downloading and printing a copy for
your own enjoyment, and to save your bum from hurting, I say
go for it.
Though I'm not sure I agree with the shredding part, I don't know
about you but I re-read my favorite books several times. Save
some trees and keep the copy, you never know when you might
want to re-visit a particular story.
Cheers,
Jason R.
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H.R.S.A.
By: Jason R.
Let me take you to this place inside my mind
Broken feelings angry thoughts I?ve kept inside
No sugar coating here just visions of denial
Come to this place and let it go and stay awhile
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity
Colors line the sky like red and darkest black
Look deep inside and see the reasons I held back
If all the hate I have are answers that I lack
Know this pain is true I?m always on attack
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity
See the mirror there covered with rails of white
Like absinthe it?s the drug to achieve second sight
Eyes of red mixed with blue haunting me each night
Nothing here but this tattered boy pale in moonlight
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity
Memories of twelve-year-olds are ones I never face
Trace my scars drink the tears time can not erase
I was put here by my father and left in this place
Recalling bite marks with visions of a dick I still taste
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity
On second thought stay away from my broken mind
I don?t want you here any more why did I let you inside
I think I?d rather stay alone and feed my life denial
It might be cold and lonely but I know I?ll stay awhile
Go away from me
Ecstasy
Stupidity
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Interesting images you have painted TR. I think I like
"""where frightful fishes flee frantic from
things that slither-slink those shadowed seas,"""
the best. Though I'm partial to anything dealing with
water. Must be the Aquarius in me. And I don't mean
my boyfriend.
Jason R.
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Hey Camy,
and just what is on your mind huh?
Erotic thoughts from an EMU I think.
Good poem, makes me what to touch my own situation.
Jason R.
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I think you pretty much summed up my life at fifteen. Great turn of phrase TR.
They say age brings wisdom, I disagree, I say age only brings wrinkles.
Mother keeps asking why I?m so clean
Yet my showers take hours unseen,
Fusses because of Kleenex I?ve used
Whole boxes wadded leave her confused.
My favorite stanza. Great imagery.
Jason R.
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I had to double check for a moment, I thought the guy in the middle was me for a moment.
Thanks TR, great video clip.
By the way, I love your voice on the radio promo's. From your picture on your site, you sound
exactly like I imagined. Very sexy. What do you always say, oh yeah, kisses.
Jason R.
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Hey TR,
Interesting video. Being a male who talks in bathrooms, I never knew
the consequences of these actions. Plus I always check out the guy next
to me. I've picked up a few guys in bathrooms as well. I just never knew how
dangerous these actions were. But I've learned my lesson, from now
on I will follow these guidlines and become just like all the homophobes
that dominate our world. Cheers
Jason R.
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That's Me Trying
in Poets' Corner
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Hey Camy,
Of course I was humming. I wonder if you know the tune?
And Gabe, that's just funny man. The one thing that sticks out in my mind
about Shatner, Kaaaaahn!
Jason R.