Tower

tireless towers jut from ground
terrestrial beings talking around
penetrates innocence within the steel
beaming a radiant, invisible sound

seeming to sway into the clouds
staring up, the sky surrounds
the pinnacle of our perfect zeal
to perpetuate simple souls aloud

we rise and fall and then rebound
aspiring somewhat above the mound
from the toil, sweat and dirt we seal
willed divination, damn the downed

pressing forward to sign the deal
to release the god inside the wheel

— Jason Kichline

"What Ifs"

whispering eyes and a nodded grin
you opened up and drew me in
I remember us without regret
in rebuilt moments years forget

a sheen on brunette locks within
an innocence revealed upon pale skin
smooth and touchable, wanted whet
I caress the realities I've never met

our laughter still carries on longing's winds
flirting with frolicked could-have-beens
you paid my heart with passions meant
to write a check I would've gladly spent

for an exchange of touch or a cautioned sin
might have changed a past we did rescind
but instead we came and saw and went
two parallel paths that bumped and bent

looking back, if we knew then
of becomings begun back who knows when
would we have wandered from windows lent
of opportunities found in chances sent?
but now time and space and fate transcends
these "what ifs" wafting between our ends

Jason Kichline

Jeremy

his calm quiet precedes his presence
like consistent ticks of timed progression
he sculpts the pages with careful chisels
both in digital and temporal essence

neat and buttoned like perfection
luring it out like true confession
quiet whispers that make a noise
impacting masses in coalescence

the journey starts, the journey ends
either here or there or beyond the bends
and in the middle we find simple joys
with friends found in mere acquaintance

as one we witness your evanescence
lauding your greatness as acquiescence

Scythe

fresh vines sprouted from innocent roots
a kind face, a gentle spirit, your warmth
I wanted to hold your hand and sing above the noise
shout over the stagnant affairs of life

but as soon as closeness developed verdant shoots
you cut me deep, quick, pressing in cold
and I had a fear I didn't know I had; grace and poise
forsaken to your hardened knife

I desired only to taste your unforbidden fruits
you, a friend, a lover in my yet unrecovered truth
I suppose I crave you, desiring your sweetened joys
I suppose you saw yourself as this perfect wife

my vows now unspeakable. Silence and time dilutes
eroding memories and possibilities unearthed
but your taste remains on the tip of my soul as fate toys
with my harvested hopes on a rusted scythe

Pain

pain awakens meaning
rattling of old timbers
creaking of old chains
breaking loose
so it goes again
wanting and longing
waiting for the world
to spin once more on its axis
"maybe tomorrow will be better"
maybe
so we hold on to each other
like handles in the roofs of cars
to get in and out or to freak out
gripping each other in free fall
is that what the hurt is for?
driving us closer like nail heads
lined up on a common board
beatened and standing tall
smacked downed ever deeper
by chance and coincidence
for what?
to stop the creaking?

– Jason Kichline

Rushed

gentle rushing as the wind
in ways to go or to rescind
shaping days again begin
shedding of a season

in verdant green he realized
a hint of life in dying eyes
feel the fall as nature cries
tranquil as a tree's whim

times have changed as time could tell
as redden skins now ripened fell
fresh as ashen autumn's quell
relinquishing all reason

so as the clock strikes anew
he hopes in heaven as angels do
for grounded earth out of the blue
peace and ease still please him

– Jason Kichline

Grove

I want to go deep within, but I know it's wrong
like the succulent, fresh fruit I long to sample
sweet nectar, flowing freely over my cheeks
hot and sticky in the moist heat of night
as teeth thrust into light, supple flesh
finding your pulsing, hidden core
tongue dancing over tender fur
moistening out of an instinct
fingers grasping to hold tight
slipping further and pulling closer
hunger penetrating into stolen moments
taking more of you than I'm allowed
loosened and plucked
for you are unowned
but known, I taste you
now ripened and waiting
wandering twisted paths in
an orchard grove of pleasure

– Jason Kichline