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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


Copyright © 2011 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.

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