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Literature
I Pray by Jason Kish
I Pray by Jason Kish
Intro:  D, Em x 4
VERSE 1: Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known you – you were years away -- thoughts lifted to you always,
every day I prayed.
I prayed.  I… prayed.  I prayed.
VERSE 2:  Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known the sunshine of spring;
A bone-cold, tired heart in suffering.  
So, I prayed.  I… prayed.
I prayed.  
CHORUS: Em, A x 8
Your guiding light beside me,
that fills my soul with grace.
I give my heart to thee fully,
to know everything
you teach.
VERSE 3: Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known you – you were years away –
new light on closed eyelids,
head lowered to pray.
I prayed.  I… prayed.  I prayed.
VERSE 4: Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known the sunshine of spring;
A bone-cold, tired heart in suffering.  So, I prayed.  I prayed.
I… prayed.  
CHORUS: Em, A x 8
Your guiding light beside me
that fills my soul with grace.
I give my
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Awaken by Jason Kish
Awaken by Jason Kish
An old woman
writes, by lamp at night,
the stories she remembers
from her youth.
When day stretches
into a yawn – when
lamplight covers her
close like a
shawl,
she reads, and in some
loneliness says,
“My life is good here;
my soul is clean,
though my body
fails me.”
Some vision blurred
by sleep, she smiles at
the memories of her
father.
But, when she is gone...
Who would remember?
And, in the stillness
of her thoughts, in changes
large and small,
she sees, with clarity,
the fullness of who
she still is.    
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Literature
In the Spirit of Love by Jason Kish
In the Spirit of Love
Lyrics by Jason Kish
VERSE 1:
“This is how it’s done,”
says the mother to her son.
She places her hand on the guitar,
and leans back in her chair.
VERSE 2:
She clears her voice, singing soft.
His face is bright with joy.
“Sing the song of father’s past,
which we both enjoy.”
CHORUS:
“My husband went away,
to cries of war in the streets.
In the trenches he now rests,
while the drums still beat.”
“I had you here, far away,
and soon the war will end.
And, I know that someday,
you’ll be like him.”
VERSE 3:
“Do not be afraid of soldiers,
the ones that parade the town.
They place boot heels on us,
but they cannot keep us down.”
VERSE 4:
The boy listened intently,
eager to hear more.
Then he spoke, “why should I
be like father when he
was lost to war?”
CHORUS:
“I see his courage in you,
His smile graces your face
His steady hands rest in yours,
when you hold the guitar to play
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Literature
Splendor of this Moment by Jason Kish
Splendor of this Moment
Lyrics by Jason Kish
She talks excitedly.
Oval face lit bright beside
the fire,
Eyes shimmer only
for me,
with a strange kinetic
power.
And, I want to be near her.
I want her to say,
“I still love you,”
and, “I want you
to stay.”
We could be the only two people
under the weight of distant stars,
In the splendor of this moment,
this moment is still ours.
I wait to exhale.
She’s leaning in
too close.
She reaches for
my hand,
and I think we both
know.
And, I want to hear her…
I want her to say,
“I still love you,”
and, “I want you
to stay.”
We could be the only two people,
who aren’t afraid to dream,
In the splendor of this moment,
It’s not a daydream.
She woke this morning,
with the light resting
beside her face.
I woke her gently,
offered a warm embrace.
And, she whispered that…
that everything was fine.
She still loves me,
“It’s gonna take some
time.”
We could be the
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Literature
Living Fire by Jason Kish
Living Fire
Lyrics by Jason Kish
Verse 1:
She spun like living fire
that made colors darker,
absorbed the fragile nightfall
that melted silver stars.  
Verse 2:
Former hearts holds dear
to the practice of knowing truth,
and my love for her blossoms
by the fire’s glowing hue.
Verse 3:
My worries are like gardeners
pruning her words with care,
as we exit the starlit floor,
and lay our souls bare.
Verse 4:
I listen to them calmly,
but my love for her is wrote,
somewhere in the book of love,
on some poetic note.
Verse 5:
I’ll offer her a song
like a flower in a boutique
with a promise on each petal,
that keeps what I need to say.
Verse 6:
We’ll pull one from it together,
and whisper words into wind,
which swells up at this moment,
quivers, and then ends.
Verse 7:
She spun like living fire
that made colors darker,
absorbed the fragile nightfall
that melted silver stars.
Verse 8:
Former hearts holds dear
to the practice of knowing truth,
and my love for her blossoms
by
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Literature
Woodland Lullaby by Jason Kish
Woodland Lullaby
Lyrics by Jason Kish
VERSE 1:
Rowed to the lake’s center
on waters still and blue.
Shorelines of quiet joyfulness
with an idyllic view.
VERSE 2:
Constant whispers of water,
sleepless lullabies,
Sun colored rose and gold,
fades slowly into night.
VERSE 3:
A half-moon rose silently,
to light the sky bright,
I watched the fish surface
patiently for swooping
dragonflies.
CHORUS:
The voice of my father
calls me to this place.
I see his stone-cast eyes
mirrored on the lake.
VERSE 4:
I rowed back to shore
on waters still and blue,
My father almost beside me,
strongly rowing too.  
VERSE 5:
Constant whispers of water,
sleepless lullabies.
Sun colored rose and gold
faded slowly into night.
VERSE 6:
A half-moon rose silently
to light the sky bright,
I watched the fish surface
patiently for swooping
dragonflies.  
CHORUS:
The voice of my father
calls me to this place.
I see his stone-cast eyes
mirrored on the lake.
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Literature
Simon's Homestead by Jason Kish
Simon’s Homestead
Lyrics by Jason Kish
VERSE 1:
Through light on the hillside,
between lonely pines.
Sat Simon’s home-stead,
barely touched
by time.
VERSE 2:
It was just as we left it.
With fresh white paint.
A place we grew together,
and swam in the lake.
CHORUS:
Simon was a farmer.
Raised chickens by the shed.
He told us fishing stories.
Before we went to bed.
There’s a place in my heart.
For his wife’s homemade bread.
Even if I’m gone for a while,
I know I’ll be back again.
VERSE 3:
My father pointed to the foundation,
that my grandfather had built.
Stonework holding proudly,
like a family quilt.
VERSE 4:
We knocked on the door,
but he wasn’t yet in.
He’d be back in a little while,
after a fishing trip.
CHORUS:
Simon was a farmer.
Raised chickens by the shed.
He told us fishing stories.
Before we went to bed.
There’s a place in my heart.
For his wife’s homemade bread.
Even if I’m gone for a while,
I know I’ll be
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Literature
Everything is Fine
Everything is Fine
Lyrics by Jason Kish
PART A: C, G, Am
In a dust-torn town hotel where I stayed,
I asked the owner specials for the day.
In empty room with every crooked sign,
she leaned in close, “everything is fine.”
PART A: C, G, Am
I cleaned my plate, scribbled words down,
Took a picture of myself to
remember the town.
Coffee between earthy and divine,
I leaned in close, said,
“everything was fine.”
PART A: C, G, Am
My friend called to ask where I’d be.
He’s out with a girl he used to see.
Life’s a loose ball of twine,
He spoke it clear, “everything is fine.”
PART A: C, G, Am
Sad in the sterile, perfect room.
Parking lot shone clear by moon.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t confined,
But, I said to myself, “everything is fine.”
PART B: F, C, Am
I tell myself to be happy,
even when I’m so out of place.
I’ve never settled down.
I’ve grown to like it
this way.
PART B: F, C, Am
Words we tell ourselves
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Simple Life (Life that's Worthwhile) by Jason Kish
Simple Life (Life that’s Worthwhile)
lyrics by Jason Kish
VERSE 1:
Bm, Em, G, Bm x 2
She loves with the kind of love
that stays with you all day.
I am looking for somebody
to love me that way.
VERSE 2:
Bm, Em, G, Bm x 2
I saw her in a quiet room,
beyond fourth and main.
I didn’t want to assume;
she was looking my way.
CHORUS:
(G, D, Em, D || Bm, Em, G, Bm) x 2
A simple life,
we always make do.
Even when the going’s tough,
we always get through.
I love it when she holds me tight,
She loves me when I smile.
We both have a simple life,
life that’s worthwhile.
VERSE 3:
Bm, Em, G, Bm x 2
We drink coffee late at night
at the Morning Cup Café.
Horoscopes smeared on paper,
everyone complains.
VERSE 4:
Bm, Em, G, Bm x 2
We both have a simple life,
and love being in.
Put another album on
or sing some Cohen.
CHORUS:
(G, D, Em, D || Bm, Em, G, Bm) x 2
A simple life,
We always make do.
Even when the going’s tough,
we always get through.
I love it when she holds me
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Literature
You Don't Rush Love by Jason Kish
You Don’t Rush Love
Lyrics by Jason Kish
INTRO:
C, Am, F, C, F, G
VERSE 1:
Dm, Am, Dm, Am, Bflat, Am, Bflat, Am
Removed and alone
in loneliness of despair
I cried for some mercy
and I found your
love there.
VERSE 2:
Dm, Am, Dm, Am, Bflat, Am, Bflat, Am
Comfort and elation
when your lips found mine.
I’m ready to love you fully
in this place and time.
CHORUS:
F, Dm, Am, Bflat, Am, Bflat, F
But, when I ask for your hand,
I know you’ll see,
you don’t rush love
that grows naturally.
Promise me your heart,
I know you’ll see, you don’t
rush love that grows
naturally.
VERSE 3:
Dm, Am, Dm, Am, Bflat, Am, Bflat, Am
I was distant at first.
You were ready to
put aside, all the tired
thoughts that filled
up my mind.
VERSE 4:
Dm, Am, Dm, Am, Bflat, Am, Bflat, Am
You renew my soul
with a joyful sound.
You awaken my spirit
when nothing’s
around.
CHORUS:
F, Dm, Am, Bflat, Am, Bflat, F
But, when I ask for your hand,
I know you’ll see,
you don’t rush
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Literature
The World without End by Jason Kish
The World without End by Jason Kish
VERSE 1:
The last day of his mother’s life
the boy turned to the window crying;
he balled his fists, let the anger subside,
turned again and apologized.  
VERSE 2:
But, the room was empty now,
she was in a rested peace.
There was no one to comfort him,
his mother was deceased.
PRECHORUS:
When the sun was low beneath the sky,
on the porch, he remembered
in her eyes,
CHORUS:
a distant look, heaven far away,
someday he’ll be with her,
in the world without end.
Her voice was a promise made to him,
“I’ll be with you always,
in the world without end.”
VERSE 3:  
He didn’t know if it was right
for a man to cry,
and he felt searing pain
behind his eyes.
VERSE 4:  
His father was quiet
at dinner that night,
and so he sat alone
on the porch outside.
PRECHORUS:
The winds swept gently
moving his hair,
his mother’s caress
though she wasn’t there.
CHORUS:
He had a distant look, heaven far away,
but som
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Literature
We Deserve a Sunrise by Jason Kish
We Deserve a Sunrise by Jason Kish
(Drop D Tuning)
CHORUS: D, Bm, Em, D
Save the world together
or build another place.
Sunrise this morning is
filled with God’s
grace.    
VERSE 1:  Dmaj7, D, Em, D
Give me another day, I’ll give you my heart.
I’m as cold and lonesome as anyone.  
Autumn in a dying world.
Not free to be ourselves.
VERSE 2: Dmaj7, D, Em, D
My heart sings if you touch my hand.
I read passing thoughts, catch
another glance.
VERSE 3:  Dmaj7, D, Em, D
You know me better than
anyone.
Sometimes this feels
like we’re done.
BRIDGE 1:  C, Bm x2
I don’t want to be done.
I don’t want to be done.
CHORUS: D, Bm, Em, D
Save the world together
or build another place.
Sunrise this morning
filled with God’s
grace.    
VERSE 4: Dmaj7, D, Em, D
If you promise me tomorrow.
I won’t turn away.
I accept you as you are,
I understand you better
this way.
VERSE 5: Dmaj7, D, Em, D
I’ll pour black
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Let Love Guide Our Hearts by Jason Kish
Let Love Guide Our Hearts by Jason Kish
I am full of life tonight,
relaxed, easy – I am trying
something new.
These days
are slow
and steady,
and could be days
of purpose.
Rain falls outside quietly,
Candle glows low in
the room.  Scent of cherry
incense is peaceful,
the smoke playful.
Unwinds
in ways that show the
movement of a ceiling
fan.
Let the world have peace,
as I have mine.
And, let love guide
our hearts.
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Chapel Bell at the University by Jason Kish
Chapel Bell at the University by Jason Kish
Heavy, green grass needs care,
but a welcomed home for my head,
resting in sunshine in the courtyard
of the university.
A blanket with pizza and hotdogs
that folds into a pillow,
a cold soda, and an unread
book with financial
information.
Sky is clear blue.
Bell tower punctuates
each hour in round
ringing tones.
Kayt walks around
Gothic architecture with
book in hand.
A statue of Mary is beyond
and immaculate.  I feel a
peace rise with
memories of
school.
Time and history feel different,
but unchanging.  There is a cemetery
with university presidents
in a plot beside the school,
and the bell punctuates
each hour.
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Favorites by Jason Kish
Favorites by Jason Kish
Sometimes cinnamon rolls
don’t bake correctly,
and sometimes rain
leaks through the
ceiling.
Sometimes coffee is
too weak, and sometimes
you drop a book in
the bath.
Yet, I am grateful for books
with recipes that aren’t
quite right, and grateful
for the sound of rain,
and even chai tea
instead.
I am grateful for you;
grateful for creamy clouds,
the smell of fresh bread;
content with the day,
even if sleep is distant.
An open sky, companionship,
trust, faith, and your embrace.
Things I can’t live
without.
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Heaven you Never See (SONG) by Jason Kish
Heaven you Never See by Jason Kish
Hannah lets her hair down,
in a black cascade, eyes of grey
that seek a solemn answer.
-INSTRUMENTAL-
“Is there anything to see?”
And, “when can we leave?”
All our lives here, spent
fading away.
Sun crests the mountain,
casts the earth in shadow,
I hesitate to answer,
“Maybe it’s never.”  
-INSTRUMENTAL-
When there’s nothing else to know,
I dream of being home.
My father’s prayers murmur
gently through silence,
whisper like ghosts.
He seeks a solemn
answer:  “What do you believe?”
And, “when do we leave?”
Everyone here, everyone,
fades away.  
-INSTRUMENTAL-  
Pull into the diner as a girl
shuts the doors,
Gasoline in your throat,
but we choke on the words.
I am in a coal dust vision
where the furnace blazes white.
Red puddles fill steel molds,
and your muscles are heavy
and tight.  
I see my grandfather walk
under the sulfur, body covered
in
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Blooms
I like you
underneath the name
and bones that poke
like questions.
You sit too close to me,
knees remembering the spring
and making me ask
why you never let
my skin make yours
a memory.
I will find you again,
hunched over poetry
your eyes holding court
over what blooms
beneath.
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a poet's defense mechanism
it hurt yes
but I am a writer,
a poet,
and you haven’t felt pain
’til you’ve been
attacked by my verses.
oh honey you haven’t bled
’til you’ve been surrounded
by my nouns
pulling back their arrows.
my adjectives wield
their swords; the silver
glistening, reflecting off
their wide grins.
my verbs,
oh my verbs have their
revolvers at the ready.
their fingers resting on the triggers.
it hurt yes—
but I am a writer,
and my words
my verses
my poems
will act as my shield
until the blood’s been cleaned,
until the hurting stops,
until my nouns my adjectives my verbs
can put down their weapons
and I feel safe again.
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355/1000 - Half-Written
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
"'She broke into a hard sprint,
Her breath coming in short gasps.
She shoved the weapon hastily
Back through her belt
And focused on her throbbing pulse,
Not on her pursuers.'"
When my voice faded,
All that was left
Was the sound of you
Munching on popcorn.
"Wait,"
You said once you'd swallowed
Your bite of popcorn.
"Wait.
Is that it?"
"That's it so far,"
I said.
I clicked back to the Skype window,
Closing the Word document for now.
"I've been reading for twenty minutes,
And you should know
That it takes longer to write
Than it does to read."
"But I need to know
What happens to her!
How do I know
You're telling me the truth?
Maybe you killed her off already
And I'll have to wait
All the way until next week
To find out if she's even alive?"
I couldn't help but smile
At your enthusiasm
For my half-written story
I came up with
Out of a failed project.
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What Hurts Most
They say that mental illness isn't contagious
And that living with it makes me courageous.
But I don't feel that way at all
I don't feel courage as I crawl.
I feel broken and like I've worn thin
Constantly wanting to slice through my skin.
And it spreads with every word I speak
The pain I cause and havoc I wreak.
It spreads from me to hurt the loved ones that I tell
And giving my pain to others is what really hurts like hell.
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The Past Is Forbidden
Granted, 
My past has all but Disappeared.
Yet here I am,
peering behind locked doors again.
Trying to make sense of my Shattered Selves,
I come to this conclusion:
I never learn.
Always I seek to Know,
to Understand.
and when I do....
I break.
Disappear.
Looks like there will be Another locked door soon...
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Ode To Mental Illness
/We’ve been here before, alone or holding the hands of a child,mother, peer, mentor or other./
/Our stories have one main theme, some argue its purely social convention, a coincidental mistake, while others seek biology for answers./
/They loved Mr Alcohol, Mrs. Heroin and chased them like a missing lover. Their transportation to find them across the journey was addiction./
/Watching my girlfriend wash her hands over and over to ward off paranoia of disease. She feels sick with everything she researches, but never searches the details of what she has.It's only when I'm holding her hand does she feel clean before it all begins again./
/I am the man who stared bipolar in the eyes and promised to keep on going. Don’t turn towards mania, a promise of balloons, cake and euphoria; he is a party trick that turns lethal. The life of the party always switches back to depression and a room empty of guests in the end./
/Papa sleeps solo with a gun under his pillow every night, a shape
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Love Yourself
I used to know
how it felt
to be trapped
inside your own
mind and body
and life.
Self-loathing,
rarely at peace.
I drifted along,
barely living,
as time passed too.
I came to learn
that we must
love ourselves
and cherish
our lives -
for we can make
whatever we
want of it
with what we have.
Happy or sad,
truth or lies,
love or hate,
we can be
whatever we want.
Whether we have
very little, all
we could ask,
or nothing at all -
your life can be
a beautiful experience
if you work hard
to make it so.
Remember
these words
like a secret
to shout out
to the world:
I will always
love myself.
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I Pray by Jason Kish

Intro:  D, Em x 4

VERSE 1: Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known you – you were years away -- thoughts lifted to you always,
every day I prayed.
I prayed.  I… prayed.  I prayed.

VERSE 2:  Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known the sunshine of spring;
A bone-cold, tired heart in suffering.  
So, I prayed.  I… prayed.
I prayed.  

CHORUS: Em, A x 8
Your guiding light beside me,
that fills my soul with grace.
I give my heart to thee fully,
to know everything
you teach.

VERSE 3: Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known you – you were years away –
new light on closed eyelids,
head lowered to pray.
I prayed.  I… prayed.  I prayed.

VERSE 4: Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I hadn’t known the sunshine of spring;
A bone-cold, tired heart in suffering.  So, I prayed.  I prayed.
I… prayed.  

CHORUS: Em, A x 8
Your guiding light beside me
that fills my soul with grace.
I give my heart to thee fully,
to know everything
you teach.

SOLO:  Bm7 (x20230), A x 6
I prayed.  I prayed.  I… prayed.  I prayed.
I prayed.  I prayed.  I… prayed.  I prayed.  

BRIDGE:
Mother gave me a pendent –
Mary with arms of peace –
It wears out worries with
rest and solace.  
Mother gave me a pendent –
Mary with arms of peace –
It keeps my mind centered
on all my duties.  

CHORUS: Em, A x 8
Your guiding light beside me,
that fills my soul with grace.
I give my heart to thee fully,
to know everything
you teach.
OUTRO: Bm7 (x20230), A x 4 or 6
I… pray.  I pray.  I… pray.  I pray.
I… pray.  I pray.  I… pray.  I pray.
ENDING:  Bm7 x 2
Awaken by Jason Kish
An old woman
writes, by lamp at night,
the stories she remembers
from her youth.
When day stretches
into a yawn – when
lamplight covers her
close like a
shawl,
she reads, and in some
loneliness says,
“My life is good here;
my soul is clean,
though my body
fails me.”
Some vision blurred
by sleep, she smiles at
the memories of her
father.
But, when she is gone...
Who would remember?
And, in the stillness
of her thoughts, in changes
large and small,
she sees, with clarity,
the fullness of who
she still is.    
In the Spirit of Love
Lyrics by Jason Kish

VERSE 1:
“This is how it’s done,”
says the mother to her son.
She places her hand on the guitar,
and leans back in her chair.

VERSE 2:
She clears her voice, singing soft.
His face is bright with joy.
“Sing the song of father’s past,
which we both enjoy.”

CHORUS:
“My husband went away,
to cries of war in the streets.
In the trenches he now rests,
while the drums still beat.”
“I had you here, far away,
and soon the war will end.
And, I know that someday,
you’ll be like him.”

VERSE 3:
“Do not be afraid of soldiers,
the ones that parade the town.
They place boot heels on us,
but they cannot keep us down.”

VERSE 4:
The boy listened intently,
eager to hear more.
Then he spoke, “why should I
be like father when he
was lost to war?”

CHORUS:
“I see his courage in you,
His smile graces your face
His steady hands rest in yours,
when you hold the guitar to play.”

“Your father cared for us deeply.
He wrote songs to dance.
I wished you’d met each other
though you never got that chance.”

VERSE 5:
“I would have liked to know him,”
he said to himself than his mom.
“But, I feel his songs in my soul,
like I’m reading peaceful psalms.”  

VERSE 6:
Midnight came in calmness,
while the boy softly yawned.
She paused for a second,
and then resumed her song.

CHORUS:
“My husband went away,
before he heard your first cry.
He served his country bravely,
before his last goodbye.”
“In the last letter he wrote,
it was in the spirit of love.
I hear it when I’m sad,
it runs deep in our blood.”

CHORUS:
“My husband went away,
to cries of war in the streets.
In the trenches he now rests,
while the drums still beat.”
“I had you here, far away,
and soon the war will end.
And, I know that someday,
you’ll be like him.”
Splendor of this Moment
Lyrics by Jason Kish

She talks excitedly.
Oval face lit bright beside
the fire,
Eyes shimmer only
for me,
with a strange kinetic
power.
And, I want to be near her.
I want her to say,
“I still love you,”
and, “I want you
to stay.”

We could be the only two people
under the weight of distant stars,
In the splendor of this moment,
this moment is still ours.
I wait to exhale.
She’s leaning in
too close.
She reaches for
my hand,
and I think we both
know.
And, I want to hear her…
I want her to say,
“I still love you,”
and, “I want you
to stay.”

We could be the only two people,
who aren’t afraid to dream,
In the splendor of this moment,
It’s not a daydream.

She woke this morning,
with the light resting
beside her face.
I woke her gently,
offered a warm embrace.

And, she whispered that…
that everything was fine.
She still loves me,
“It’s gonna take some
time.”

We could be the only two people,
who aren’t afraid to dream.
In the splendor of this moment,
it’s not a daydream.

We could be the only two people
by these morning hours.
The splendor of this moment,
This moment is still ours.
I'd like to thank "Into the Void Magazine" for their publication of "Scraps for Compost" this month.  You can read more at www.intothevoidmagazine.com/cu…

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Jason Kish
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Jason Kish completed an English B.A. with Communication Media minor at the Indiana University of Pennsylvania’s Robert E. Cook’s Honor’s College. He has concentrations in writing and literary studies. He’s written and edited for a national publication, and his photography and writing have been published numerous times in various literary magazines. Also, he worked as an English tutor for ARIN (for those studying to obtain a GED) and for IUP's American Language Institute.

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SOME PRESENTATIONS AND PUBLICATIONS

● Kish, Jason (2018). "Scraps for Compost." Poem published by "Into the Void" Magazine.
● Kish, Jason (2017). "Kaytlin Sumner," photo published by Johnstown Magazine.
● Kish, Jason (2017). "Kayt, Bryan, and I at the Fair" and "Home Run Cheer," published by the Indiana Gazette.
● Kish, Jason (2016). "Opportunity is Someone’s Broken Heart," published by Tiny Poetry Magazine
● Kish, Jason (2016). "Black Ridge: Alec Redd," and "Drum Blast," Photography published by the Magnolia Review
● Kish, Jason (2016). "Magic of Salt." Flash Fiction published by Gravel Magazine
● Kish, Jason (2016). "Hearts of Home: How a Beagle Helps a Human." Flash Fiction Published by Capper's Farmer's Magazine
● Kish, Jason (2016). Probably Enough. Poem Published by Wild Age Press. "Restless" Edition, an online magazine with a sharp edge
● Kish, Jason (2015).  Prayers for Annie and “The Visiting Hours.”  Poetry and Flash Fiction published by the New Growth Arts review (NGAR), an IUP literary magazine
● Kish, Jason (2014).  Meditation on July Fourth.  Poem published by the New Growth Arts Review (NGAR), an IUP literary magazine
● Kish, Jason (2014).  “Internalized Racism in Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye, Nella Larson’s Passing, and August Wilson’s Joe Turner’s Come and Gone.”  Paper presented at the Issues of Diversity Series Sponsored by the Frederick Douglass Institute at IUP
● Kish, Jason (2014).  “Never to Return:  A Rhetorical Analysis of Love in ‘The Highwayman.’”  Paper presented at the Indiana University of Pennsylvania EAPSU Conference
● Kish, Jason (2007-2008).  “A Linguistic Analysis of the ‘Bad Boy.’”  Paper presented at the annual California University of Pennsylvania English Conference
● Kish, Jason (2007-2008).  “A Linguistic Analysis of the ‘Bad Boy.’”  Paper presented at the annual Indiana University of Pennsylvania English Conference
● Kish, Jason (2005).  “Internalized Racism in Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye, Nella Larson’s Passing, and August Wilson’s Joe Turner’s Come and Gone,” Paper presented by Pittsburgh’s annual Pennsylvania College of English Conference

A quote from the Satori Issue of Black and Grey Magazine:
"Jason Kish: I’ve realized and accepted an important tenet from Buddhism: You should always be prepared for death at any point in your life. I haven’t always lived this way. Years ago, my friend asked me to see a 'vampire movie,' which, sadly, turned out to be Twilight. While driving home, a drunk driver almost collided with our car; we swerved and ended up in a snow bank. I turned to my friend and said, 'My life flashed before my eyes, and Twilight was the longest part.'"
- Black and Grey, www.blackandgreymagazine.com/w…

Philosophy behind Artist’s Critiques and Commentary:
I firmly believe that the biggest competition an artist faces is from themselves. When I offer critiques here, I try to assess the current skill level of the artist: beginner, intermediate, or advanced. Because it’s impossible to get to know everyone, I base my responses and my comments solely on your previous artwork or writing. If I offer a criticism on a piece or point out a flaw, please don’t take it personal – it’s simply based on the fact that you’ve already created a better work previously in your gallery folder.

I like to do viewer and reader response criticism, but also incorporate and apply a variety of critical theory such as Queer Theory, Marxism, Feminism, Post-Colonial, New Criticism, or even Psychoanalytical Theory to the text. Most of the time, I just want to offer writers encouragement and inspiration on any possible level. I usually try to ground the use of those theories on the subject matter and the historical context they are from, and for my own essays prefer close readings of texts (meaning, what is in the work is what takes precedent in my responses).

That said, my ratings can seem all over the place, and that is because everyone’s skill level is unique to them personally, and I don’t find giving a numerical value to art very useful for an artist. Please feel free to send me any personal questions that you have or second or even third drafts, or notify me if you want a different kind of criticism applied to your work, and I will most likely respond depending on my time schedule.

Sincerely,
Jason Kish :)

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Thank you so much!  I hope you've been well!
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More or less.. Going through rehab now :phew:
And how are you ?
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I'm glad to hear that you are doing well.  Yeah, I'm in recovery right now too, but I just got out, found a new job, and things are definitely looking up.  Thank you for asking. 
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