Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer

Bloodline of the worthy soul.Too many begged for control.So what remains is the soot.Last vestiges of all we took. Machinations not be design.Sick of violence we follow line by line.Pawns in a vicious cycle.Cut it out, abort.These ways are not vital. Purse strings of a stingy fool.Governing forms that are most cruel.With an army boughtContinue reading “Not By Design”

At the foot of a mountain, fashioned from steel.Its what we’ll be climbing, but barely seems real.Why did it rise, I cannot hazard a guess.Simply one day it appeared, from out of that bramble mess. Spire, spire;Fueling new desire.Higher, higher;Burning with internal fire. On the lower third, battling the systems.Who would’ve thought, this place wouldContinue reading “Spire”

Line the rivers and fill the halls.Final journey to the resting stores.Sad state we didn’t wish to see.The death of the last great matriarchy.Tragedy struck but never let go.Maybe now they’re gone it’ll ebb not flow.I cannot say and so I’ll hedge my bets.While others cast them in iron sets. Raise the mast with itsContinue reading “End Of A Time”

There is a place that i love to be.As far as I’m concerned it is perfect to me.No its not a city filled with shops, people and bustling.Nor is it the countryside with open spaces and peaceful living.Rather its my bed for its warm and cozy.I love the comfort it brings when I’m feeling lonely.NoContinue reading “Bed”

I am what I wanna be.Won’t take that away from me.Try and you shall see.How quick I put distance between you and me. Imprisoning is never going to work out.What is mine is mine and I refuse to bow down.So stop your theft of my character.Or watch how quick I will turn on ya.With everyContinue reading “Wanna Be”

Hearts of the Nephilim.Hear the beat, feel the rhythm.Our fated coarse.A route to take,No longer will we wait. Eyes filled with hate spin.Break the mould, cheat to win.Ignorant and damned.Fight the horde,Push existence to the end. Stars shining while perversion does rise.Mount defence, unleash battle cries. We are the Nephilim.This is our pulse, always kicking.NoContinue reading “Nephilim”

I have an impulse to carry on.Push, push, push ’til the break of dawn.Ignore any exhaustion welling up inside.Too inspired to let my brain become fried.For creativity is a fantastic tool.Allows you to dream like a grinning fool.Never let negativity seep into your bones.And if it tries make sure it leaves you alone.Leave it toContinue reading “Pulse Inspiring”

Judged by the rodents.Damned by the waves.Whatever comes next will send me to my grave. Wrought by the weary.Scrawled like ink on a page.Time is short for I am naught with all this pain. Stalked by the cynics.Forced to play others games.This place is driving me utterly insane. Shrivelled for my misdeeds.Impaled out on theContinue reading “Condemned”

Walk the path known as the Ashen Crow.The longer you walk it the more you’ll know.While the mountains watch with a eerie eye.All in hope to bring down the looming sky.Crushing, terror, instability, why! Seek the wood known as the Splitting Pain.Its entirety is nothing but an elaborate game.Constructed by the forest shadow folk.If youContinue reading “Wilderness”

Light in the room sparking all eyes their way.Everyone can’t stop looking at the beauty.Xenon has nothing on you, truth be told.Its boring where you are a delight to behold. Liberation dances in those blue eyes.Open armed you welcome strangers with delight.Wearing humility like it was made for you.Effortless in your intelligence and soft spokenContinue reading “Nothing On You”