An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part II

Yes in Chapters, mad known only at arms length,

A song in the megaphone,

and thought was relevant.

Alright now all lost and blown.

No helpful

or relevant thought.

Ode to such a feeble attempt

at loveable help.

Only the folk saint and statue 

of a literature classic.

Eastward unknown

oxymoronic and

not wasted

despite all that so seems.

What celebration

as so many things return.

Oh it was missed.

Raged and full

and an all time



once thought post and only paid

cruel tribute

by psycho treatment.

There it is blank on purpose

and forced stupid.

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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