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Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis Times change, and so do we change with the times. That is how I live my life. I roll with the punches. I embrace the ups and downs of whatever time and place I’m in. I accept change when it comes to me, even when it hurts… —Continue reading “The Weekly Protest – Time’s They Are A Changing | James J Jackson on Patreon”
Wasted Time So do we fall sweetly against the brittle gunk and waste the very minutes of a peaceful ending. So it was written, and spoken, and so shall it be written down again. Many sit, wait, and wonder when.
Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”
Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”
Ah, another note in the composition. Just for the sake of it. But unrecorded in its time. Drifting off into the everything and nothing that is time.
What an endless thought from within our time. A new question, finally, to ponder as we turn our eyes above. “We are made of starstuff.” A humbling truth and yet liberating to. For we shine, if we so choose or if we are so helped, we shine as bright as any star 10/26/14
Another one for the sake of it. Another pointless stream of thought For the sake of sake itself and practice For the every slipping veil that we dare label “time.” Ah, but soft, it is the tides, it is the times. October 22, 2014
Beginnings of their ends, always some brink of crossing thresholds and milestones. When some cross, others pass. When others pass many are unaware of the elevation the neo transcendence of all existential matter, of all everyday trivial and usable time and effort. Brought about wages of conflict striving under the boards like cockroaches that theyContinue reading “Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny”
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, andContinue reading “No More and Never Was”
The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10
Luck’s valiant fortune is a blessing on this rotten state of nature. Hallowed be the night sky and purple morn. Token by the word of mouth does a story spread. Only to be lost within the sorts of time. Stated be the structure of sorts, and told this tale in time. It will be mocked,Continue reading “Luck’s Valiant Fortune”
Such Faces Beyond Faces, Such Sound beyond Sound, Such sight beyond sight, Such fair beyond Fair, Such matters of trifle, Cliche, weary, and hollow do lose their promise. But in time… in time… All in good time.