Tendrils pour down from above.Mind is racing without cause.For a new system will soon evolve.Birthed from our days of old.Integration is an inevitability.Resist or accept is linearity. With eyes of wonder you stare into the void.Hope is what you ache to feel once more.A beat in your chest, a light in your mind.For too longContinue reading “What Has Become”
Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer
Branded Filth
Forced to wallow down in this pit.A place that defines filthy.Reeking zone of mind numbing torture.Labelled as good for nothing but slaughter.Empty shell beaten cruel.All the shapes think I’m a fool.Slave entangled in others deeds.Ruptured by these foreign seeds! Dissidence bred from subjugation.There is no contemplation.Follow commands or be deleted.One wrong move will see youContinue reading “Branded Filth”
A.Lie
Your AI is a lie.Stealing work from others to get a fast reply.Putting no effort in, hoping to get mountains out.Ignoring damage done to line your pockets however you can. There is no line you would not cross.Pilfer every item in this world if it will pay you.Difference between you and crook, none.Bottom feeding degenerateContinue reading “A.Lie”
A Path
Swirling round the open air.Haven’t got a single care.Here today, gone tomorrow.Do as wished while ignoring sorrow.For these days are what you make them.No point in treading water and forsaking,Things that may never come to pass.What matters most is enjoying this path.One you walk alone or with a group.Doesn’t matter as long as you choose,ThatContinue reading “A Path”
Holding My Wreath
I lie flat on my back and feel the world spin.Not sure if its real or I’m just dreaming.Could hear a pin drop but there ain’t no sound.When I open my eyes everything gets loud.Like my senses get overloaded.My temper flares as if I’m goaded.Prevented from being me and free. Stand on an edge andContinue reading “Holding My Wreath”
Weeping Statues
Slap in the face is my biggest disgrace.For this world order is little but a lie.Same old story regurgitated by new crooks.Sort of people who want to burn books.Damaging our future for their own greed.Slaughtering this pearl called democracy.Inconvenient to plans they wish to enact.Its why often terrorists is what they’ve backed. This set ofContinue reading “Weeping Statues”
Victimised
Shift to the right I get a punch in the jaw.Slide to the left and I suffer so much more.With no way forward all I can do is go back.But in doing so I’m under constant attack. Face up to my enemies just to lose.Outnumbered worse than ten to two.Feel my days are short andContinue reading “Victimised”
Be The Switch
One more spin around the sun and I refuse to stop.Another year but I’m still here living as I want.Might not be perfect or what I planned though that won’t make me frown.Life does not move in straight lines whether you are prince or clown. Laugh for the joy.Wink for some fun.Clap like a madContinue reading “Be The Switch”
Victories And Dreams
Sometimes dreams are what are needed most.To keep you moving toward your goal.Achieved or not at least you strived.Rather than just tried to survive.Pushing on even with some fear.Is better than crumpling.That is why you should never give in.Dreams realised or not are what keep you moving.Give you something to fight for when all aroundContinue reading “Victories And Dreams”
No Going Back
Give a bag to the homeless out on their ear.Your smile as false as teeth with a veneer.As your care for others is dead and gone.That is if you ever had it beating all along.Cause your expression says we are all beneath you.Not much more than lambs to slaughter to feed you.Sad state you occupyContinue reading “No Going Back”
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