we pull yet they tug…mad are the circles we spin within like the kool-aide dude on a scorching hot ass afternoon near a kangaroo ranch…sideways

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Freedom is too often a thing taken for granted by those who have never known the confines of hell and the agony of purgatory. Power is too often a thing abused by hungry people who have rarely not eaten a meal. Reality is tiptoeing these extremes and avoiding the fiery fury of the grasp of either or both.

Poetry of James F Miller II

It seems peculiarly funny years before this current epidemic that our children were no longer taught to communicate in handwritten emphasized manners and that our books all became digital. Not that it’s possible technology is undone and all these texts and abilities to communicate potentially Could greet an unsavoury demise. Meanwhile noone noticed that all of the available lower class housing was being bought up and tore down. Funny so many deaths yet not much housing is still available and what is available is either in concentrated population area in the form of housing projects and FEMA camp style trailer courts. Regardless ultimately they’re gathering us up in a smaller easy to manage metropolises giving us bribe money hoping that we still grant them out devout loyalty and sell out those noncompliant. Notice across the country despite the massive overpopulation of our jails and prisons that people are being arrested and incarcerated are increasing at extra ordinary rates. Another way to draw compliance and legally get around these red taped speed bumps and allowing them to monitor and regulate the population a little closer that much easier.

Sorry for my observations and innuendo meanings associated with these observations, I was just kinda curious if I was the only one noticing these aforementioned observations or if I’ve just became too attracted to the conspiracy theory way-of-life/point-of-view. I just believe we are best when don’t take granted that the next person may not be as much on our side as we have been taught to think.

This aside, as I prepare to go to trial in February, I work to finish up so many of my projects so as to not have the content stale afterwards in case of worse car scenario. Amongst these projects are the audio book versions of all six collections and the paperback release of the current collection Born Hopeless with All of the Answers. I’ve got an idea that is not very common at present and possibly has yet to be done. I wont guarantee I can duplicate it with the same approach digitally, but stay tuned and keep an eye out, I have a few neat tricks up my sleeve worth waiting around for.

#amwriting #thisainttheamericaiknew #wtf

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James (Jim) Miller was born in the late 1970s in a rural, little, northern Indiana farm community. He grew up between Indiana, Florida and a short stint in the New York area. He attended Vincennes University (Indiana) where he majored in English-Creative Writing, Journalism and Music-Audio Recording. During his time as a student, he held an editor position for 4 semesters at the university newspaper, The Trailblazer. James is a lifelong writer, a lover of new experiences, people and travel. Currently, he is employed as an auto factory assembly worker and part-time cook in Indiana. A couple of earlier poems of his were published in The Tecumseh Review (Vincennes University) in 2000 and various anthologies between 1997 and 2000. He releases a regular poetry series "Ghost in the Reflection" every other week on Channillo.com and on April 20th, 2019, his debut solo collection "A Footnote for Tomorrow" released and remains available for purchase.
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