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”
Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer
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”
Ace
Adrenaline rush, I feel so alive.Even in the moments prior to our dive, dive, dive.Through the vapour and out the haze.Heart beat slamming as I narrow my gaze.All thoughts stored away for after.Now is the time to be a grafter.Fulfil my purpose and my will.To survive this run even if I kill, kill, kill.All theseContinue reading “Ace”
Party Night
Dance around this maple tree.In this party of only you and me.Smiles so wide we might go mad.But would that really be so bad? Notes tolling in our ears.Expunging all of our fears.Spreading cheer for us to absorb.While with our hands we do applaud. Every fibre is in a swing.No part wishes to remain unmoving.AndContinue reading “Party Night”
Trinkets That Fill Your Soul
Sometimes its the little things in life.They fuel you more than you might dream.Bring out your inner child to smile.Leave you grinning like a fiend.Those are the moments you should live to feel.Always enjoying what does appeal.Never lock it all away.Its better to embrace this wholeheartedly. Small things can bring you the biggest joy.Unleashing imaginationContinue reading “Trinkets That Fill Your Soul”
Heroes Died First
I’m not a hero, nor a saviour.Just a guy trying to flee his bad behaviour.For its a symptom, of my disease.Result of a mind that’s filled with pure sleaze.That’s why I never come to the rescue.Cause I’m the self prick in the shadow. What a state I’ve got myself into.Such a husk that I can’tContinue reading “Heroes Died First”