|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|This piece of writing reads like a branding, even unto the reader, who may well identify with betrayal of one form or another, but would not likely have felt the hot iron your poem wields. Unlike a tatoo that might be changed into something else, the raised scar of the branding you have written of here shows through even smooth clothing. I wonder if the pen with which you write of this subject will ever, ever be void of its black ink. I've seen your writings done in purple, too. Good to pick up the purple pen. I think you will be writing with all colors, including black, for the rest of your life. Gifts of thought and emotional connectivity for us readers. Thank you. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|So much hurt and pain *Jerry*
I pray You to be the better
Man of it now..for knowing that
love and admiration can be real
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|here the poet lays bare his soul
and shares it with the world;
a confessional that demands from
both writer and reader the deepest response;
thank you, Jerry
|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|i'm trying to catch up for my morethanaweeks absence. oh jerry how i wish georg mateous was here to read this wrenching, bare-nekid piece and we could hear his words....he also had a mother that 'breached turbulent waters' and 'fractured his life'.
why do we give so much mighty power to mothers that betray or abuse us...the power to twist and mangle the idea of ever finding peace in our minds or hearts...why do we, without fighting back, hand her the power that rips away our selfesteem....the power to keep us stuck and stagnate in the rotting pieces of the past.
why do we relinquish our power to her... allowing her, after 60 plus years to reach from her grave to remind us that she is still the object of endless blame for all the dark places we tend to visit
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Sad....I have a son and I can't imagine ever hurting him....
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Through those lies was born a man of truth....you! My life has been graced by knowing you through your words and friendship!
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|I can completely in some sense relate to your thoughts on this
the difference was I was told (about my adoption) but our
upbringing in the beginning was much different. For me I
found my biological mother after my loving parents death and
it was a tragedy! Too many Telly shows don't give adoptees
the view of the unwanted child by their biological parent.
She was hateful, angry, and threatened me and I was smashed.
I had hopes it would be a good reunion and I could find more
about me, but it was not the case. She blamed me for her
"mistake" leaving me to feel at that time I was a mistake.
So, sometimes I can see why we are better off not knowing
in some instances. But I tell other adoptees search but be
aware, go in with no expectation of a romanticized meeting.
If it good, wonderful... if not - don't take it personal it
was not our fault.
Otherwise, a wonderful true story of the life of Jerry Bolton
to this day I think is a fantastic wonderful man who overcame
so much in life.
Love you wonderful man!
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Definately thought arresting write that makes the reader pause and think about life as a child and as a parent.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|What a revelation!
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
You have come a long way baby! And never forget it!
Looking back can only cause pain, so just enjoy your life at this very moment in time...You are much better for it!
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|An excellent write with much angst...
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|Removing and speaking about the veil of deceit is like ripping off a bandage, leaving a sore spot in the psyche and spirit that never quite leaves ones mind. The fault is NOT yours, but those who betrayed you. I hope you feel a cleansing of the heart and soul by getting your feelings out on paper. Just know that you are loved and appreciated here among your friends on the "den."
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|There's perhaps no such thing as a "bastard" child, Jerry - only bastard parents who created the situation that the child was born into. Added to this is the untrustworthiness of the one charged with your care and no wonder you have felt adrift amid that besetting ache of rootlessness; therein the pain compounds. I applaud the fact that the Jerry we now all know is the no-holds-barred man of truth and honesty that not only confronts his darkness but is seen to overcome it and teaches by his soul-baring words how me might endeavour to do the same. To a greater or lesser extent, we all perhaps suffer some of that "bastard" complex when we consider the ways in which we, too, have been left with huge doubts and shadows over the substance of our personhood and past. We keep walking these paths with you in order to help each other up and through those orphan bits of ourselves, too. xx|
|Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams
|Jerry, to borrow from George Carroll, which I am pretty sure he will not mind. "I'm sorry, and here's some hugs". Be well, Kathy|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|a very hard way for a young person to start out the already tough enough road of life my friend..you have done well to battle it and come out whole
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|This has been the red line through your whole life Jerry and maybe this is the reason of your being a Ramblin' Man.
The uncertainty of who your real mother was and if she was still alive.
Thanks for sharing an other piece of your life with us.