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​​​​Dark Ages Engraved 

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A close friend asked: “How to Feel When Something is Eating You Alive?”
Steven D. Jackson: My response; (To All)

“Prepare; if you know/feel like it is your last days you do not want to feel miserable, you have to enjoy every moment as your last. Keyword; enjoy! Just know the human anatomy is capable of anything. Sick, unsick; broke or barely over poverty you have to soar.

Have you ever always wanted to do something as a kid but never did? Or, have you dreamed a better life without a phalanx? Understanding these wants and dreams became pulverulent as life sucker punches you where it hurts the most. Should you still have faith in them wants and dreams you want and desire?

You should consider a “change” in life, in this case a mental calmness. If physical pain is present, use your mind to block the thoughts you once had. Replace them with “happier” thoughts to cheer you up. 

Give that a try. Enjoy your favorite hobby in solitude or with one or two friends. And, remember to have faith, never give up on yourself!”

-Steven D. Jackson 

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Sept. 2016

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September 2nd, 2016

Feature poem from Dark Ages Engraved written to remember the life of an excellent English teacher, mentor, and human being; Faith Deppert-Hurley.


Too Early

Walk with Faith, literally.

Only speak until someone to hear me.

Wanting to see someone, but cannot.

Way over the seas, it is hot, with only material to build are rocks.

But you still look passed the water in the seas.

Remembering your past, remembering the deceased.

Population, peers, family, and friends decrease.

Schoolmates, co-workers, and strangers in caskets or the sea.

Clouds move, clouds transform and change.

So does people, happiness and pain.

Someone told me, the time to cry is when it rains.

Insane at the fact I am sane.

Thankful for every teacher whom blessed me with the skill and knowledge,

Along with the tools that prepared us for college.

Telling me to be better than they were.

Though their life seemed perfect, at least it occurred.

The good die young, and the old die miserably slow.

Mind polluted from all the deaths that grow.

Growing in number, through the winter to the summer.

Trying to bring someone back, the thought gets dumber.

Because they are already alive, living in you.

Their soul exist, and yours does too.

Some live life in another dimension or two.

Some live in the physical state on Earth, green and blue.

Thankful for ‘memory image’ and images for existing.

Grateful for someone in your head was listening.

Memories are never to be broken as a promise.

Never know when you will need to cherish them the most because you miss . . .

Miss a body, not a soul you portray.

Thoughts running as your head lay.

Each night, or resting point at bay.

Carved names in the sand, walk with Faith!

Poem ‘Too Early’ by Steven D. Jackson

Rest in Paradise

“Go with God, God go with you!”  

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