The archaic always
seems to have
its place.
Whether we like it,
whether we know it,
is another matter
all together.
Is their any real poetry
in these words?
Is their any real
phonetic surprise,
any peak.
Perhaps, but more than
anything,
their is return.
Their is the same
thing that has long
cycled and recycled.
Who plays the hero
in real life,
Where is their movie,
their song?
Was it ever?
I read down the stack
of authors my friends
and family have so
ademently recommended.
My pride will hurt me
more than any other
hubris,
did you see the
play on words?
I filled this page
and all the others
with questions.
He’s right, its the music
we choose.
I wish my mind
could shut down.
Why would I say such
a trifle thing,
live with the racing
thoughts.
Live with the draw
of each one,
embrace them.
The key went
insane from the
voices.
It’s a reference,
do not be a fool
mind body and spirit
are the same thing.
Once all in sync
all in connection,
their will be peace,
their will be revolution
their will be one.
7/1/12
James J Jackson 