No Clear Way to Describe It

No Clear Way To Describe It

To bare feelings genuine

free of mystery

removes all art and life.

Is this so?


yet perhaps not,

perhaps mystery is an illusion

produced by illusion itself.


perhaps these feelings are self provoked.

Unfortunate, there are no clearer words,

no more explanatory ways,

only the mystery of my stories

and each thought is explained,

in the mystery itself.

The answers can come from

any convoluted plan,

any selfish push.

Forgive us this day

our daily bread.

My life is full of progress

and I still have more to do.

I was a terrible buddhist.

And a sinful christian,

a lazy taoist,

and a confused atheist.

This is not my life story,

but it is true.

These things were

and still are true,

though shrouded in the tedium of mystery,

it is still true

it is still there

it is still real.

Reminder: You should give me your money

Forgive the clickbait title, but like a good poet finding his way in the world, I have to beg for change.

So once again I’d like to encourage my followers to join me on Patreon for my new prose blog The Weekly Protest, which features a new post every Friday.

It only costs a buck and the funds help me to keep this site running without paywalls. The prose is for profit, but poetry is for the people.

And in all fairness, writing is my livelihood, and writers don’t write for free. Just saying, it’s good karma to donate to your favorite artists especially in this economy. Again, just saying.

So join today, gain access to the prose posts, and support your friendly neighborhood bard and his cigar habit. πŸ˜‰

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Just A Joke

Soyboy cuck gay lame loser dumbass!

Don’t be so sensitive,

it’s just a joke.

Rage and racism exhaled through Taki crumbs and dust, ironically the guy thinks all Mexicans should be impounded.

Don’t be so sensitive,

it’s just a joke.

Hatred shat out the mouth of a fat white albatross with a Twitch following, trying to outdo the fatter albatross with an even bigger following, who is trying to outdo the blond albatross who’s dad got her a job on Fox News. All of them calling the libs “the real racists” in perfect harmony, like a K K Choir.

Don’t be so sensitive,

it’s just a joke.

A gamer, famous for some reason, gave discount cheat codes to his followers for free Nazi paraphernalia and klan hoods, while the blonde woman I mentioned earlier reports his tweets for revealing her old nose to the world.

Don’t be so sensitive,

it’s just a joke.

Now for a Tik Tok about PC culture by the virgin with too many zits to be sacrificed to the gods and destined to be dueted by the 40-year-old man who agrees with it.

Don’t be so sensitve,

it’s a just a joke.

The Weekly Protest | How to Heal For Real | James J Jackson on Patreon

My new weekly blog has officially launched and the first two posts are up for free! Check out what you’ll be missing if you don’t sign up.

Join for $1.00 to help support my poetry and gain access to all my future exclusive weekly posts.

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Announcement: Blog Rebranding

I am happy to announce I will be moving all my prose to my newly rebranded patreon blog, The Weekly Protest.

This webpage will be 100% for poetry henceforth. The funds from the patreon will help me to keep most of my poetry publishable for free. Poetry is for the people!

Patreon also makes it much easier to interact with my audience. So I hope to bring more of you to my patreon so that we can engage with each other more. I want to hear your thoughts and stories, my friend.

So like Bernie Sanders, or a starving busker on the subway, I would like your financial support. Join the patreon, get The Weekly Protest, support my poetry.

Thank for all the love and likes, keep an eye out for the new blog launch within the week, if you like my takes and rants, soon the only way to get them will be on


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The Professional Protester #39 Why I Will Still Write About Politics in 2021 | James J Jackson on Patreon

A new public (free) post explaining why I write about left politics even though I hate online grifters, insist we need to log off more, and have no interest in being a pundit. Spoiler: It’s because I want to write poetry but I can’t just give my patrons nothing when they give me something, and I need to give it to them in the written word, I’m a writer not a talker.

Read the post and join the patreon, for $1.50 you get at least 4 exclusive posts a month, much more reasonable what some podcasters and streamers, who will remain nameless, charge.

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Statements of the Obvious

Wannabe pundits,

and livestreams without any life to them.

Everyone has an opinion,

but no one knows how to use Google.

The bars are all closed, and night clubs are a dead art.

Burlesque is a niche market, and even they can’t get a check.

Now we just beg for change from each other,

I do it every week on Patreon.

Some fuck on Onlyfans,

others have a GoFundMe for their insulin,

and that was before the pandemic to.

Do you think the executives at GoFundMe are as suicidal as us,

like in the College Humor video that was made before the layoffs?

Even the funniest of us can’t get work, and the smartest are out of cash.

There is no moral, fable, or lesson here,

no subversive message like usual.

This is just a statement of the obvious,

but there is still poetry in the truth,

even when it’s bleak, like the 20 dollars

and 20 cents

left in my bank account.

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