James J. Jackson

Poet and Journalist

No More and Never Was

James J Jackson

So stings the said cruelty

of nothing more

than words.

True to the moraless morals

unethical ethics.

What blind robot

is unbiased?

Can a critic be so dry

of emotion they can judge

unfairly?

HA!

Sweet bias

is what drives our

sight of insight

upon sight!

Feel that which is no

more.

No more,

and never was

12/26/10

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Date:

May 14, 2014

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