OUR SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH
The only thing
That we’re all after,
Deep, deep down,
Is a truth.
Some sort of truth,
And it’s been
evading us
our entire lives.
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"it's easy to be a bad writer, but it's hard to wake up each day and devote a chunk of your life to bad writing."
About Me
- Jackson Warfield
- Jackson Warfield was born in a small town in New Hampshire on a dead end road. He has traveled widely and worked a variety of jobs, from digging ditches to walking dogs. He writes for entertainment, his own and others.
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March
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- A POEM - INTO THE WORDS
- A POEM - TWO FRIENDS
- A POEM - THE CUSTOMS OF THE MAD
- A POEM - I KNEW THAT I'D MAKE IT, I JUST DIDN'T KN...
- A POEM - A WILD TIME IN A WILD WORLD
- THE FRENCH MAN, OUI OUI!
- A POEM - THE MAN AT THE BAR
- A POEM - BECOMING THE ME I ALWAYS MEANT TO BECOME
- A POEM - THE OLD CHILEAN WOMAN DIDN'T UNDERSTAND
- A POEM - FIRST NIGHT
- A POEM - THIS IS NOT A VISA RUN
- A POEM - NOBODY'S PERFECT
- A POEM - PLS ALWAYS REMEMBER ME
- A POEM - CLAYTON FROM KANSAS
- A POEM - ONE MORE NIGHT
- A POEM - THE POOR BASTARD HAD MONEY
- A POEM - GIMME MY RIGHT TO WRITE
- A POEM - IT WAS THE GREATEST THING I'D EVER HEARD
- A POEM - JUST DON'T FOLLOW ME HOME
- A POEM - JUST HOW CHEAP HAD I BECOME?
- A POEM - THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE
- A POEM - I WAS THE BASTARD THAT WOULD DIE HAVING H...
- A POEM - SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVED ME THROUGH A CRACK ...
- A POEM - THOSE STRANGE TIMES
- A POEM - WORRIES OF THE BIG RICH MAN
- A POEM - BANDUN ON A SUNDAY MORNING
- A POEM - A BEAUTIFUL THING TO SEE
- A POEM - WHAT WAS IT THAT CALLED TO YOU IN THE DARK?
- A POEM - DEEP THOUGHTS IN THE DARK
- POEMS FROM THE ROAD
- A POEM - A MATTER OF CENTS
- A POEM - SOME BUT NOT OTHERS
- A POEM - SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE THINGS TURNED BAD
- A POEM - HOTEL ARIMBI
- A POEM - THE TRAIN OF LIFE
- A POEM - THE DREAM OF LIFE
- A POEM - GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE
- A POEM - JAVA BY TRAIN
- A POEM - THINGS THAT SHOULD HAVE MADE SENSE DIDN'T...
- A POEM - THE WORLD WAS AT OUR FINGERTIPS
- A POEM - WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE
- A POEM - ENOUGH WASN'T ENOUGH, IT WAS TOO MUCH
- A POEM - THE MORNING AFTER ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE BA...
- I WALKED AROUND,TELLING ALL THE TOUTS TO GO TO HEL...
- A POEM - FUCK IT!
- A POEM - STOP EATING AND BE SOMEBODY!
- A POEM - THE OVERNIGHT BUS THROUGH JAVA
- A POEM - TRADING KEROUAC FOR KAFKA
- A POEM - THOSE LONG DAYS
- EXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL MANUSCRIPT
- A POEM - THE FRENCHIE, OUI OUI!
- A POEM - I'D JUST GO CHEAPIN' IT ALONG
- A POEM - SOME BOMBINGS JUST SEEMED TO MAKE SENSE
- A POEM - BALI IS FOR LOVERS
- A POEM - A DAY ON THE NORTHERN EDGE OF BALI
- "I LONGED TO BE LIKE THEM. TO THINK LIKE THEM. BUT...
- A POEM - I ADMIRED VAN GOGH'S SENSE OF HUMOR
- A POEM - OUR SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH
- A POEM - NOT TO HATE
- A POEM - THE BUM AND THE BOTTLE
- A POEM - CHOOSING ILLITERACY
- A POEM - ALL NIGHT LONG (NOT THE MAN I USED TO BE)
- A POEM - SHORT AND SWEET
- A POEM - A DAY IN SINGAPORE
- A POEM - ALI'S NEST
- A POEM - NO TICKET HOME
- A POEM - THE WAGON OR THE WHISKEY TRAIN?
- A POEM - UP IN THE HIGHLANDS
- A POEM - OH, THE CHEAP BASTARD HAS DONE IT AGAIN
- A POEM - THOSE STRANGE TIMES IN SOUTHEAST ASIA
- A POEM - DIFFERENT
- A SHORT STORY - I ONLY WENT INTO THE DELI TO EAT A...
- A POEM - SLEEPING IN THE BEDS I MADE FOR MYSELF
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