War, no, fear, no,
Crime, no,
Game!
Simply game!
Game for identity.
Game for group
and safety.
Game for instinct,
Game for the pursuit
but not gain of truth.
But what is to gain
truth?
What is to gain knowledge?
Where is any truth?
Is this my page?
Is this my night?
Damn this me!
Damn this I!
Damn this self!
Damn this search!
Damn!
Damn!
Damn all!
I will not end until
my sides ache,
until my illusion of self
is beyond illusion,
narrate on!
Is this the hope?
The end?
The gain?
No, only a fine tune,
only a new common thought,
Here one stands,
no bare social scene,
no honest truth,
Avoid,
lie,
escape,
deciet, toll,
Hurt,
sado-social-masochism,
a condition?
A truth?
Both, beyond,
done?
Lie?
No, no question,
no truth,
Why can no thought
bare the truth,
Why can no thought
be truthful,
Why can no impulse
stop!?
No!
No more drive,
hyperbole, I’m not
the only one with a gift.
I am not the only one
for truth.
Well now such as
shall end,
Now I have such,
let me work,
let each thought
be born on the page,
This is a repeat,
this is another fall,
Another repeat
and end,
and again,
repeat, and dare
no original.
Only ask for truth,
end each thought,
with a comma,
so it goes on to
the next page.
Follow end of page
follow false words,
follow barren privelage,
corrected words,
but still out
to hell with self
what self?
Who is self?
Dare not answer
your own
“bookish” questions?
No.
No need is not
self is a lie
and each misstep
is a time unwanted.
Forget her face
and paint a new one.
Breed speaks of a self,
ego speaks of a self,
I promised
that each page
would be full,
I,
I,
we cannot remove the
I
we cannot remove the self,
I will not offer
thought,
but
I do,
I do and
bare truth,
honest fault
no end
laugh at your gain
true thought
honesty,
must hit will
iron hot.
Make em stereotype
stream of consciousness
what a false word
false step
False
False
FALSE
ALL FALSE
DAMN IT!
War
Death
hungerr
murder
rape
shame
shun
Judgement
these!
These are not false!
These are true!
These are not needed for
timing these are not
wanted for truth?
Barren?
Ask or fortune!
Hurt no hunger
Ask for no tune
but walk a land
barren!
We are hearing our thoughts!
What is a song!
Are our modern DJ’s songs
even worth an effort!?
The regulars.
Judge and judge
sit and ask
and stare and wonder
and wander
and drift and sing
and sting
and fall
and fault
and ask where is our tribute
tonight?
Where is our human
sexual product!
Yes, ha!
Yes!
Dare laugh!
Dare evil!
Our human
product!
Yet die!
Yet end!
Yet call every sordid
pathetic sale!
Accept it! Demand it!
Ask fort it!
I will not let my thoughts
be wasted,
I will not let my hopes
diminish,
No soul,
and I dare say
soul will not waste,
will not diminish.
You!
You are a soul,
You are beautiful,
You are not defeated
You are not alone,
You are you and
only you!
Call this corny!
Call this cliche!
Call this sordid
Call this!
The fact you call this,
The fact you call,
you only waste,
you only drive
trivial
and trivialize
you are trivial.
And I am judgement
you are weak
I am strong
you dumb
me smart
me poetic
me eccentric
give me attention
give me sex
give me lust
give me
give me
give me
give me
give me
give me
give me
give me.
I cannot produce
with such attitudes.
I cannot bare
such lies.
Trivialize no origine
Find no weakness,
Find no truth.
To escape,
is escape “truth.”
Dare,
dare not ask!
Dare not ask!
Dare never
ask
become
and yell
Free all thought
lie and delusion,
yet bare no judgement,
If you judge
forgive,
forget,
and free,
free all.
None be free
until all are free.
To state the obvious,
it’s now intellectualism.
If I did it
for reward,
I’d be over,
lost,
pathetic,
sad,
I will never fall like you
and I admit
I am no person to judge
anymore,
I don’t want
to be a reflection
in my genetic mirror,
am I not me!?
Am I not here!?
Do I not breath!?
Is this life,
is this truth!?
is this our hope.
We will, our will.
Yes We!
Yes We!
Yes We again!
Barroom ettiqute
social standards,
norms!
Protection!
self!
Evil!
Evil!
Evil!
Who is to say
what is and is not evil!?
Human!
Person!
Law!
Law is from
MAN!
Ha!
Law.
HA! Man?
Both are the curse
of my existence.
My existence!
It is true!
It is self!
It is!
It is!
It is
It is
It is.
As good is real
as evil is real.
I am none to judge.
But I
Yes I
am one to state,
I am one to hope,
to prospect,
to hope,
to think,
to feel,
to touch,
to hold,
to do,
to fight,
to stream,
to question,
to market.
Curse you Damien Hurst,
Curse you Andy Warhol,
Curse you perverts
of the market.
Curse you regulars.
Curse you
and curse you.
Flashback
training truth.
Yes it is truth!
It is real!
It is feeling!
It is here!
It is self.
It
It
It
It
self
self
self
truth
truth
truth
I am sick of these words.
I am
I
Another world
I want to escape
but can’t.
None can,
Oh what a fool
What a fool you are
and what I have been!
None can escape
the self.
None can
deny a self.
We are observors.
We are the observers.
We are
We are
We lost,
lost in pain and hope.
And love, is an unescapable
concept.
James J Jackson 