November 8 2016, or, Yet Another Requiem for the American Nightmare…

The requiem for the American Dream    Played on all houses    On all streets On November 8th, 2016. A day, a night, an opening of eyes,   A squeegee of the mind. November 8th, 2016. Evil did not win that day,   Despite what the meekly ignorant might think,   It merely made itselfContinue reading “November 8 2016, or, Yet Another Requiem for the American Nightmare…”

Calling all…

Calling all hearts All Souls who have felt the bitter sweet burns of Love’s pain. Calling all minds All thinkers Doers And actors. Call all poet’s hearts, Do not be meek in the face of these days! Calling all strong, It’s time to stand up to bullies, Calling all thinkers, Lovers,  Hearts,  Minds, Souls. CallingContinue reading “Calling all…”

Donnie’s Daddy, A short story by James J. Jackson, Jr.

Donnie dropped the comb into the gold plated bathroom sink again for what felt like the billionth time. “FUCK!” Donnie screamed in frustration. Donnie hated how the stubby fingers on his tiny hands could never get a firm grip on anything they tried to hold. He fished the comb out of the sink bowl andContinue reading “Donnie’s Daddy, A short story by James J. Jackson, Jr.”

If You Are…

If you are black,   your life matters to me. If you are a woman,   a man,   or any gender or name,   you are safe at night with me. And if you are catcalled, raped, violeted or touched, Reach out to me,  and I will remind you just how strong you are.Continue reading “If You Are…”

Dare I say What God is?  or Losing My Religion (Millenial Remix)

Dare I say what god is? Well as a poet and a self-inclined philosopher, of course I do. I believe in god, but as a concept. There has never been any society or culture since the beginning of humankind that did not have a word and concept for what is god.   With that said,Continue reading “Dare I say What God is?  or Losing My Religion (Millenial Remix)”

Yes, Millenials are Entitled, and that’s a good thing!

We have all heard it before, a million times over, “Millennials are entitlted.”   There have been several articles trying to make this case and several others that feature these said millennials attempting to make the case they are not in fact entitled, and failing miserably. I am here to do the opposite, to confirmContinue reading “Yes, Millenials are Entitled, and that’s a good thing!”

I am Indeed Captain on my ship named Invictus

I escape into a dreary ponder of the night not under any new narcotic but one less. A semi sober mind and life afresh to bring my word to soul. I am captain now, Yes certain of my soul once again. What saved me were these few words, even my own. Did words not saveContinue reading “I am Indeed Captain on my ship named Invictus”

The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10

Chapter 10 I didn’t awake until 9:40, well after my parents had awaken.  I’m sure my substance consumption from the night before played a part.  I still had no problem repeating it.  I popped and snorted the last of the pills and smoked at least a gram of the dope and a bit of hash. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10”

I Am Not a MadMan

I have been called to my own self defense, I am no madman, I am nothing but a bounty, of love and resource for all, for all who want and               accept it. I am not a madman. I am a presence that makes no        Continue reading “I Am Not a MadMan”

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

That Which Cries to Fear A Waste

Yes and I again return to the charge that is my pity, Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious and facetious, Constant upon the negative fear and change, Fear and change of that which is unchanged, unspoken, Unwarranted. Contrived and conceded A Waste, A Waste! but at all and as such a waste for the better a wasteContinue reading “That Which Cries to Fear A Waste”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”