Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer

Close your eyes and feel at peace.Lapping waves and sun beats.Weight lifts as you drift on by.No longer do you feel like you’ll be crushed alive. For times are a changing.Sometimes things will be rearranging.But when tides switch you don’t have to follow.Instead you go enjoy this path and not wallow.For tumbles happen but don’tContinue reading “Unguided”

How many more times are you going to deny?Times are tough but you still act like the victimised.Drawing comparison to atrocities of the past.Yet in all truth you’re the one who should be nailed to the mast. Stop, look, listen and don’t do anymore talking.Cause what I see is but a segment of a brainContinue reading “Your Labels Are Fake”

Spin the blade then drive it deep.Combat these shadows that do creep.Fuelling nightmares which refuse to abate.How long before they have more than physical shape? As iris twins beneath the sky.It is time to snap this lie.Adhering to principles sold for a paltry sum.Drowning your fears as they haunt whenever day is done. Idealised butContinue reading “In Throes”

There is hope in pretty things.Smile as they dance between.Bringing joy right to the fore.Time to revel in what makes me love to my core. Eyes fixed on sights so new.Drinking in all that I could do.Interest piqued from noon to night.Not sure things have ever been quite so bright. Foster and grow.Never let itContinue reading “Blossom”

Pump these waters with filth.But feel no guilt.Guaranteed your bonuses.While raising all your prices. What is it that we pay for?Sounds like a new car with an engine roar.Guzzling and spewing fumes as you smile.Fifteenth one in a year but you feel no denial.For your position is a safe bet.While the rest of us haveContinue reading “Where You Eat”

Buried in a pit.Drinking my own spit.Suffocate from ruin.So dehydrated I don’t know what I’m doing. My eyes feel like they’re peeling back in my skull.I search what I feel but still don’t know.So much is sloshing around in my head.Am I the monster?Or a victim pretending I’m dead! Porcelain fragility reflected back as IContinue reading “Buried”

Reformation is a dirty word.Speak too loud and you’ll be interred.Clamped with iron and led away.But you won’t be seen again after that day. Disappeared into the void between.Shady ops have become a daily thing.Pruning dreams that once could flourish.If you wish to eat then conform so not to be punished.Terror state.Does not lie inContinue reading “Feast”

Belching corruption that calcifies our air.Rolling in bills that elevate them above despair.Writing cheques for future gens who are unable to repay.Pity there is no remorse for all they do and say. Suits talking cheap cause it’s all they got.Another market buyout turning good to rot.Fueling greed with ever increasing disparity.Choking on smog that theyContinue reading “Smothered”

This is your egregore.I don’t want a part of it anymore. Generative slop birthed by design.Too little too late is a genuine sign.As mass delusion enters the fore.Something has to give or they’ll be no more…Life to be living.Time to be giving.For autonomy is being eroded away.Creating a mass of non-identity.Where all ideas become mixedContinue reading “Egregore”

Paint between these lines that don’t quite fit.While upon this altar slaughter does sit.Infecting glory with tendrils of deception.Crucifixion in digital is a fame seeking intention.Joining misery to fuel disrespect.Fusing bodies with machines to dilute the value of a soul.Each move is to strengthen mass control. Wrapping lies in a candy coating of multicolours.Each entityContinue reading “Ruin Of All Ages”