jj jackman know ye not - index
divide.... division... decide... decision... deride.... derision 12/09/02 - 1/12/03 i fear the fate of Samson as my eyes burn through the day i had not hearkened to the King when no kings could be found as ev’ry man does what is right in his own selfish eyes i would then start to think the same and proceed carelessly in like manner not viewing circumspectively even though this word does not exist but shutting off annoying peripheral vision enjoying an indecent success and giving credit to One who would have never led me in that errant way i fought the fight of Samson as i climbed that mid life mount i thought to throw another bone with big bones on the ground and then since i did feel so strong! two stakes did seal my sight will i then act soon just like them?! consenting constantly to this system not reading eccentrific’ly avid train that pressure mind stand ripe straining strap for distrusting intolerant renditions truncated in retentive layers while liberally leading all who could drink weavers slide hard for each addition i fear the fate of Samson since i feel i am enslaved i thought i had a better plan when no plans could be found and then the things that i deemed wrong seemed right in other eyes but i could not e’er think like them regressing steadily in this method not viewing introspectively even though this process might seem real stopping short of disturbing internal revision tormented by recurring letdowns and blatantly blaming all who would have ever sent me in this direction i fought the fight of Samson as i blazed my youthful trails and searched for my Delilah when no queens could be found and ev’ry thing that i did hate i learned to love within i would then stop to think of friends and press forth zealously in this fashion not peering introspectively even though this form might not be used but shouting out exciting invisible insight emerging from well-dressed failures transferring all reproach to moi! that i might also follow in that homeward path But rather i’m as Seldon i survived through tragic mirth i should have listened to my love when no love could be found and unlike most i was so tight as rosebuds in the spring i would begin to bloom each day and blossom endlessly in a process not branching astrometrically even though this truth is not revealed by avoiding each persistent day to day footnote hoping for loving faithful devotion and foolishly trusting one who would quite simply leave me in her non presence i fear the fate of Samson as my eyes burn through the day i had not hearkened to the King when no kings could be found as ev’ry man does what is right in his own selfish eyes i would then start to think the same and proceed carelessly in like manner not viewing circumspectively even though this word does not exist bold shouting while approaching perennial vistas enticing all incessant salesmen all grasping candies with wands while whales heave naval logs moot on trite ebbing waves