JAcOB is just an ordinary bloke … and that’s the bottom line.
I’ve heard people say that poetry is dangerous because it leads you to use terminology that you wouldn’t use in conversation. Maybe that’s true but for me it offers a safe place to be real and honest.
As I embark on the penultimate volume of The Ramblings of my Madness, I explore what I have learned through my writing journey. I question whether there has been any gain other than it being a channel for my love, my hate, my hurt, my fate, my contempt, my passion, my exploration and my reason.
I conclude that maybe I have learned a little more about human nature and the importance of being true to yourself. After all, I would rather be hated for being true than loved for being untrue.