I'm Still Breathing: Dead Language Gasping: Dead Language Gasping

By Adolf Jackson

These are the writings from a place of acceptance of independence, and singularity.

Celebration of mistake made, greatest lessons only ourselves can teach.

A bridge between letting go of our egotistical ideals and rediscovering common sense.

Inspired by faults in our eyes.

For whom, in a quest; a journey that is inseparable from a soul.

 

Nothing is lost. Nothing is given. Nothing is forgotten. Nothing is absolute.

... I’m still breathing

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Mar 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9783748700845

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Copyright

Copyright © 2019 by Adolf Jackson

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

without the express written permission of the publisher

except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Digital Published in the United States of America.

First Printing, 2019.

Title and Author

I’m Still Breathing:

Dead language Gasping

Poems By: Adolf Jackson

Table of content

Table of content

History

The Look

Office 107

Neon God

I Never

Strangers In Paradise

Needed

Faim

Chinese Love Affair

Static

Physicist

Las Vegas Dreaming

Why Won’t you

The Color wasn’t Black

Inside Job

Vodka

Made

Only I Heed

What Do I Know?

Beautiful Ghost

3

Flirtation

Taxi Driver

Obvious

Disturbed

Hibakujumoku

Merely Thirst

Doyenne

Desdemona

Dead Poetry

Games

Lost Within the World

Poison

Vision Without sight

Selfish Act

The Family

In Darkness

Father’s tongue

Junk mail

Fatality of Fancy

Japanese Surprise

This is Not Yesterday

Emotional Turmoil

A Star

From a Real Place

Hey Skunk

What Does it mean?

Angels Eyes

Dishes

Figurehead

Itch

1945

Michael

Loophole

Acknowledgement

Acknowledgement

Nursery rhymes that refuse to leave when done serving their purpose, birth a rhythm that can only be described by words. Over the years many poems were read but only handful were understood. Connection was forge to the Neverland.

William’s Sonnets were observed and memorized, the intentions were to understand but instead I become.

What a new galaxy.

Discoveries from all this beautiful worlds within. Translated codes from the Far East were discovered through Shi. The verse in Shi extended my algorithm. Villanelle is another world that is yet to be understood. Limerick, of course, a class clown of this galaxy.  Clueless from the unrecognizable corners of this earth. When I was lost I was rescued by Haiku. Love affair of the ages. Through Haiku, meaning was given to everything that I had written.

Many other worlds have yet to be fully understood. But Through poetry quest I met and fell in love with Rumi. Dante became a hero without equal. These stories within words became my refugee in sadness as well as in happiness. Poetry quest my Odyssey.

About the Author

This is Adolf jackson's first published work.

History

History

A greatest poet of them all.

A good bartender who never stops a brawl.

Greatest past time, older than American Pie and Baseball.

When we talk about the gods and everything we made history seem small.

After all is said and done, like a bartender: it will call the Last Call.

The Look

The Look

Don’t get so close to economy, you might get traumatized.

Ugly creature so heartless not to be idolized.

Getting close might leave you with 2nd degree burns like sun.

If you ever get in bed with economy, greed will be your love child.

Like a soldier, economy decide lives.

Health care so sweet