MY NAME IS JACKO.I'M FUN, WEIRD, AND WHACKY. I LIVE IN STEVENAGE. I ENJOY READING,(CAN'T WAIT TO HARRY P!) CINEMA SOCIALISING AND ART AND WRITING OF COURSE! I HAVE A WEIRD VIEW OF LIFE AND I CHANNEL ALL THAT IN MY POETRY WRITING, FROM LOVE TO WAR POLITICS, CULTURES, I TRY TO ANSWER THE MAIN QUESTION, SUCH AS WHY ARE WE HERE? WHAT WOULD WE BE IF NOT HUMAN, WHY DO PEOPLE DO WHAT THEY DO?AND MOST TIMES I LEAVE PEOPLE SCRATCHING THEIR HEADS, WHICH IS A GOOD THING! ENJOY!

HOSTAGE 0613

WOULD YOU GOD PAY FOR HIS LIFE
WITH A BULLET OR A PRAYER?
THE CHURCH IS QUIET AS IT LISTENS TO THE PREACHER,
HOSTAGE TO RELIGION,
TO FAITH, IT NEVER WEARS THE SAME CLOTHES,
PRISONER TO SOCIETY,
WE HAVE ALL BECOME THE CHOICE TO CHANGE CHANNELS,
'CHILD, WHY DO YOU WEEP FOR CHRISTIANS?
FOR AS ONE YOU ARE NOT.
WOULD YOU CARE TO PLAY BOMB?'
FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR SANITY AS ONE COUNTRY,
IN THE BEAUTY OF NAILS WE SACRIFICE.
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BLACKER THAN WHITE

MY SKIN IS BLACKER THAN BLACK,
WHITER THAN BLACK,
OR MAYBE I'M WHITER THAN BLACK
IS TAINTED SO MUCH THAT I CAN ATTACK BEING AFRICAN BLACK,
NEGRO! NEGRO!
LIKE A LEACH ON HIGH,
ARE WE RIGHT TO LIVE AS WHITE.
WHEN BLACK IS WHEN WE DIE?
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WIND SWEPT (VIRGIL,BREATHING FLORA WHIRLWINDAENID-I 50-65OVID MET VI 675721)

YOU STROKE MY FACE,

IT SLIDES FROM MY BONES,

THE SANDS SIZZLE IN THE HEATS' DELIGHT,

BUT THE RUMOURS SWAY TO THE OLD MANS' DEMEANOUR,

AGAINST THE YOUNG BOYS GEST,

WINGS UNDEVELOPED TO FLIGHT,

WRINKLED BY WISDOM,

DENIED BY TOUNGUE.
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GRIPPED BY NOSTALGIA

One minute you're asleep,

The next you're dead,

There's no room for being alive,

The sombre tissue holds the most memories,

Gripped by nostalgia.
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THE BLACK WILD


BLACK SATIN GLIDES THROUGH THE GRASS,

OPEN MOUTH,

GANJA KISS,

BURNED STRAW,

WILD TO THE FINGERS AMBITION,

NO TIME TO SPEAK.
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TYPPOUS' REVENGE


YELLOW BITES THE DIGINARIES MARCHING STRIDE,

THE ORDER OF THE NOTES,

A BLUR TO SINGING SCREAMS,

IT SLOPES INTO THE DUSTY DISTANCE

A WILD AND TAUNTED GLARE,

THE CALL OF HONOUR,

A WOUND OF RED AGINST THE FLASH OF SILVER,

PLAINS,

DERELICT FROM TURBAN HOOVES AND IRON EXPOSURE,

YELLOW THOUGHTS, QUIET CHARGE.
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EASELS' LOVER

SHE SITS AND WAITS FOR HIM,

THINKING BRUSH AND THOUGHTFUL PAINT,

HE COMES TOWARDS HER,

BLACK AND BLUE STRIPS PURPLE ON HER FACE,

RED AND BLOOD NIGHT LIES,

THE KNIFE WAVERS.
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ZUBERON! ZUBERON!

The grains of salt trip from my Musura.

Into your eyes,

You dance for me,

ZUBERON! ZUBERON!

TOUCH TO YOU,

MUD HUT SLIDES THE TEARS AWAY.