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I stare through the rear window as
the car begins to move away
With tears running the gamut of my
Face my body trembling and wet with
Sweat
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her
Protector and me the center of her
Attention
As the weeks turn to years the years
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory
Nowhere do I find ever saying
The goodbye word
To my little sister
And I cry
Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996
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Tears blur my eyes
Wet my cheeks, fall on paper
Cause the ink to run
Like a crystal the tear drops
Glitter
Crystal yes you my dear
You rose of optical circumstance
Brilliantly changing color at every
Glance
You light of relaxation giving energy
to solemn soul
Your petals full in the harmony
Of life
Your three-dimensional beauty
Surpassed only by your love
Understanding and friendship
Friendship,
That immortal bundle of joy
We were friends who fell in love
We are lovers who are friends
What happiness we share
How could I shatter you my dear
My Crystal-Rose
My love my friend
Earl S. Jackson
Apr 1985
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Watching the television
Reading the news
I ask not for your views
your case for war is farcical
Your indifference to human suffering is immoral
Yet you call yourselves men of faith and children
Of the clothe
You place your anger on vests of death and drop
Your bombs from birds like rain you kill and maim
And say its in his holy name
To feed your never-ending thirst for greed
You cut the green from the equators belt and clear
The forest to add more wealth
You leave me no clean air to smell
And then you persecute my life and so deprive me
Of my rights and when I rebel and demonstrate
You steal my vote
And filled with hate you lock me up behind
Eelectric gates
And when the continents of ice tell their story
Of immanent demise
You show no concern as winter begs for something cold
and summer has no layer to hold Its scorching heat
now uncontrolled
You know my torment you hear my cry
Deliver us from lying lips deceitful tongues and
Genocide
But you turn your sightless gaze aside
The winds though hear my plea and come with
Vengeance as they blow and the rains fall torrential
As they go
And twisters twirl in lands they do not know
The seas lash out with anger in its waters rising
flow
And the earth trembles as the mountains rumble
And fire comes from deep below
Your buildings now come crashing down
The land erodes to only rock and cost you billions
To put them back
And caged in temples of your conceit
You sit and wonder why
And Mother Nature smiles in the aftermath
Of your demise
Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006
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since we fell in love so many
warm and special moments
past
let me say from the corridors
of my heart
how much you give to me
for in the solitude of my crowded
existence
you are my star
and when I am immersed in
the ravages of my time
you are my refuse
and in my moments of agony
you fill my thoughts
and when the perplexity of my
being seems endless
you are the fragrance that fills
the petals of my life
and I love you
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once upon a time in a dream
where angels sang
and men with wings and horns fought
battles
and mountains followed you in anger
I saw your face
and in a maze of solitude fright invades
the soul
and voices speak but never heard
I find myself among the stars
and vivid is your face
that lingers on
and in this time of flight suspended in
perpetual animation sensations of
ecstasy flirts with me
panic captures me I sink in the clutches
of a darkened sky
where this mirage is a reflection of my life
as this oppression consumes me
I arrive at a place where time is no more
and tranquility it’s essence
I touch you and you are real
and at the acme of this excitement
I wake
as the revelation of my manhood
escape the confines of a frightful rapture
and your face lingers on
escape the confines of a frightful rapture
and your face lingers on
Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1988,
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The rain keeps coming,
Masking tears of despair, and rivers of agony
Seem in no hurry to crest
In this orb that is my world, I stand in frozen animation
As I listen to the venom of tangled tongues and crooked lips
Then hear the critique of the man in the street
I stop to analyze and find that nothing is said, just a horde
Of ghastly lies
My heart grows heavy, and my chest tightens.
As anger builds, my lungs feel the fire of the now forsaking
Breath, the pain is real,
And I contemplate my fate
In this world of mine
The sun is sad and the moon weeps,
And the walls inch closer.
As my neck plays a melody of twisting knots, my shoulders
Feel as if stomped by the passion of a flamenco dance.
As my temples lament the torment of this harrowing crescendo.
From a place called malice and rage, hate and contempt
Send bouquets,
But in the glory of this floral splendor, lies deceit,
The bewitching fragrance of the day.
And serpents of a human Ilk, their minds filled with disdain and
Spite, come to feed upon my life,
As their minions nibble,
I question my sanity
In this world of mine
Is the theatre of suffering,
Where shadows of rage cloak, a dominion of corruption,
And evil keeps a watchful eye,
And vultures with hearts bitter and cold, stalk,
As if waiting for a carrion to be born, that a feast may begin.
And in this presence of immorality,
Void is the integrity of soul.
As I listen to the wind, I hear the voice of purpose,
And in the verses of the night, Is the message of the day
And the lessons taught,
Are real
In this world of mine
As this deluge of decadence baths a candid soul,
I strive to be freed, from the afflictions
Of being.
And amid the craving for contentment, I beg,
For deliverance,
And rest my fate at the foot of the mountain, for there
Lies truth.
In my meditation, eager I am to see behind the light
And reconnect with the presence within,
For it is there that I hear the sunshine in your voice,
And see the laughter in your eyes.
It is there that courage is present, and I am fraught with the
Effervescence of your smile,
And your face is vibrant
And passion enriches me,
And I, am reborn
In this world of mine
Earl S. Jackson
July 2014
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Am I a phenomenon of procreation, or an accident
Of birth? Arriving on my chariot of nativity I spent
Three trimesters in the sanctuary of a womb, and now
I am a child in this world of human.
But curiosity is plenty and questions arise, is my fate
Written or am I free to follow my own course on this
Journey through the enigma that is manhood, and as
My foray into maturity evolves
I find things that sweeten me, moments of childish
Enjoyment, the discovery of teenage bliss, and the
Times spent in twenty-something ecstasy, then came
The awaking of my soul,
And I find men immersed in the place of darkness where
Jealousy, greed, deceit and religious exploitation breed
Death of soul and conscience in a perverted sense of
Existence, as if by some rite of passage,
As some men live in fear of a never emerging tomorrow
Others strive to kept their dignity, but as I submit to the
Blows of fate I feel trapped in a destiny that is not my own,
Yet, as I embrace the moment I am free
As I segue through this state of being I contemplate my
Journey and come to a place of consciousness, in this
Instant of truth my fiat to live is unfolded in communion of
My heart and soul, and I hear music, and I am heavenly
So dance with me, through the rest of my being for the
Melody that is truly divine is you.
Earl S Jackson
April 5, 2011
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The thunder roars
The lightning flashed the wind is strong
And raindrops dance on rusting sheets
Of galvanize
She clung to me, trembling and cold as the
Thunder roared with anger and the lightening
Struck, its violent brightness illuminating the
Old barn, illustrating the glittering wetness
Of her soft silky skin, she jumped and I held
Her close
As the lighting struck again I saw her eyes
Telling me she felt protected and as the rain
Drops danced on rusting sheets of galvanize
And the winds try to sent this place to a
Cruel demise I kissed the sparkling raindrops
That rested on her beckoning eyes
As the favor of her breast rest against my
Chest its protruding firmness sending waves
Of fervor through the corridors of my being
My hands explore the sculpture that is her
Body, touching her in every special place
She trembles speaks not a word but holds my
Face with adoring grace
As we lay amidst the bales of hay, I taste the
Liquid of her mouth now one with the lingering
Drops of rain and I feel the pulse of her parted
Thighs the oneness of bodies now in rhythm
With the night
And as the heavens opened and the thunder
Roared the winds blow against the old cedar door
and in the soggy moons light
Raindrops dance on rusting sheets of galvanize
And lightning flashed as if taking snapshots of
Time as it stood
It is that moment she says that she knew of
Motherhood
Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006
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Conceived
Not always of love
I am a mass of sells
My name fetus
My domain a womb
My reason for being uncertain
Yet swollen feet cravings and spitting a belly
Swelling morning sickness creating
Embarrassing episodes and milk escaping the
Confines of swollen breast tells the story of my
Presence my devolvement though exciting and
Fulfilling takes its toll on the body that sustains
My survival
As I strive to grasp life waves of sound interrupt
My privacy and illustrate my nakedness
And I question
Should I forsake my effort or would fate deny me
Entry to a world my perception deems imbued in
The follies of man
In my restlessness I stretch and kick
A phenomenon that excites my bearer
Perpetuating an anxious happiness
That lingers throughout my existence
In the likeness of man my body the image of my
Creator my soul
I enter this world
And with a cry I pronounce my arrival
The pain of my nativity forgotten
The joy of my birth takes its place in the heart
Of my Mother
Earl S. Jackson
Feb 1982
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I gently massaged her shoulders moving surely
up and down the nape of her neck
she flinched, as my hands moved passionately
down to her lower back
and as my fingers tickled, she moaned a
whimpering moan and I gently caress her
backside
As I worked my way up her back, my fingers
tenderly perusing the sides of her breast
I kissed her bare neck leaving a wet trail as
I nibbled on her ears
I plucked her lips with my own, and I let my
tongue teased her open mouth, then gently
held her breast flushed by the now rising
fervor
As I kissed the black lace covering the firmness
of her full luscious breast a trail of wetness
followed, and I gently caressed her now
protruding nipples with my moist lips,
she sighed quietly as the passion continued
its arousal of her know pulsating desire
As the moonlight glistened though the open
window she climbed her nakedness on mine
kissing my belly, her tongue making wet circles
as the juices of her mouth mingled with my
now seeping liquor
As I tickled her belly button with my eager
tongue and worked my way into her silky wet
tresses, I nibbled on her dripping inner thighs
letting the juices of my mouth blend with the
liquid of her now full pudenda
As the stimulation intensifies I enter the warmth
of her wetness and we became one in flawless
cadence
and as the passion escapes the boundaries
of heavenly fervor her face glows blissfully
And as we are engrossed in this moment of
absolute nirvana
We glow in the wake of the streaming moonlight
Earl S. Jackson
Oct 2006
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