Jason R Tschetter
Biography of Jason R Tschetter
Its always hard to start talking about yourself, but in the midst of your life you find yourself wanting to know what makes you tick. What things about your personality do people truly see and how does that effect the world around us. Every man and woman who walks upon the ground we live on knows that every choice within our lives has a price, and an outcome.
I was born and raised within a small logging town in Alberta Canada, and thinking about my past I see things differently as an adult than I did as a child. I seen things harshly, like the world had teeth designed to rip holes in my perception of reality. Though yet I had the guidance of special people around me who had braved the waters of life and lived to pass on their knowledge. For that I am eternally grateful to those who melded me into who I am, without them I would have been someone I don’t think I would have liked.
With good experiences and bad, I still think that if I had not endured the life I did growing up I wouldn’t be the person I am today. In light of that, I try…..
As my grandfather once told me “Stop waiting for a Hero to save you from life and do something that others wouldn’t. Stand up for who you are! ” He told me this one day as we sat within his garage working on the family car. I was angry about how things were going with life, love, career and everything that stumbled me. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, but over the years I see now what he meant.
Jason R Tschetter Poems
<Trickling down my throat with some sweat ease this smooth taste of the flesh takes hold as it glides down I can feel the warmth in my stomach its amazing at how the body quivers at the thought
<The sight of her very name turns things within my stomach. With a powerful song I try to rely on my chaos I try anything not to taste the bitterness of that which I had lost I am unable to bear the very weight of her gaze
Quote 'Lost Soul'
What Is This?
<Can you feel it the pain below I sure can it smells like fear and pain that’s hard to show but what can I do to fix this anger
<What should I do I cant speak What should I do you cant hear I cant tell what you want your a freak Your eyes glaze when you look at me
<So you wanna see my life through my eyes do you? take a look for what you see wont last a life incarnate of a devil that was removed for true I look at myself in my casket not knowing
<She opens her eyes everyday expecting to see his face a mist of what happened that will forever she taste cuz every night she cries every night she dies
The Beautiful Nothing
<Dreams are fulfilled for once in my life a hidden scent of the woman I once knew the roar of the beast within my heart A warm breath on my neck from a lustful night
My Enemy Is Me
<My heart sinks when I hear her say his name a single breath about him burns me within I promised not to hold my heart for her But in truth I can not hold that promise
<Tears streak my face running down my cheek This happens to me every time I'm alone Every time I start to think my life is getting bleak The darkness crept over me like a blanket shone
<It seems to me that the dark ones follow me haunt me and torment me into what should be I lick those black lips thinking this will be the time when the heart falls for once not wanting to climb
<Broken down like sand and water I look but do not see the feeling of this world I once held my hand in check Held it back from the worlds aspects
<The days go bye untold between my heart and my soul Three times my mind goes back to what is told Their is something that will never die and unfold But I am hear today and tonight to hear the problems of the lonely
Here's The Thing
<Swaying to the sound of your whisper holding onto the wind pushing the rain these possible impossible things hold fast The sounds of the silence burst in my mind
Here's The Thing
<Swaying to the sound of your whisper
holding onto the wind pushing the rain
these possible impossible things hold fast
The sounds of the silence burst in my mind
then the days are simply nights held in contrast
For what you see as the slowing of time
I see as the pass of my innocent life
So I laugh quickly in the face of death