Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer

Trimming lives like you would fingernails.No hesitation is entailed.Cutting deep and shrugging long.A line of thinking doused in wrong.But never do thoughts of forgiveness rise.Spread far and wide is how you despise.Venom soaked rag to silence a mass.To the throat will be delivered a killing slash. Yet in better days you chose to sing.From beautyContinue reading “Of Passion And Purity”

Silent disgrace woven amongst tales of treachery and theft.That which survives might only be a section of some convoluted test.Vie for power to see if that turns out to be true or false.Picture perfect is how it seems we failed to check the pulse.Grafted poachers along the winding mountain trail of curse.Bled dry what shouldContinue reading “Pariah Messiah”

Paradise is but a memory on the horizon.Stare too long and you’ll go blind from trying.But out in the wilds you might have a chance.Here is the decree…Bond it with the end of happenstance. Pilfered and looted by the endless scheme.Whatever they promised was never even a dream.Twisted words formed of rotting lies.You are theContinue reading “Paradise Is Blind”

From the light of the dark sodden moon.Rise with the ashes to take on the spoon.Metamorphis without a right to behold.Before much longer I shall turn to gold. Statues laugh and angles taunt,All of the voices help to haunt.Fire the trumpets and foil the theories,What aligns best is only conspiracies. Weighted down into the cavernsContinue reading “Fire The Trumpets”

Screams in my head that don’t wanna quit.What I would give for some peace for a bit.Raging and rolling the voices go round in my head.So many sometimes I want to crawl back in bed.But admitting defeat fills me with guilt.Don’t want to be left here simply to wilt.And so I feel stuck, paralysed andContinue reading “Inner Head”

Someone please silence that ring.Can’t stand any more of the thing.Ask me to explain but I know I can’t.Something about it results in a spark.More paralysing than you can imagine.Fight or flight, I can make no decision. Torture and terror, thats what I feel.No I’m not willing to make some sordid deal.Terms are my ownContinue reading “Ringing”

Not sure how I got here or whats in my head.What I can say is that it demands I’m bled.Itching right beneath that gives birth to fog.Each and every day is a permanent slog.And I can change all my thinking but it still remains.Never does the creeping stay out my brains. I feel the familiarity.SaveContinue reading “Familiarity, Save Me”

Take your money,Take your fame;Get it out of my brain. Some lust for things I do not get.Yet I am the one considered repressed.Short of understanding how its meant to be.Truth is I’m not craving like so many. Take your money,Take your fame;Get it out of my brain. Guide of the greed is the special.IContinue reading “Choice/Decision”

Town adorned in fairy lights.Pity about all the villainy and spite.This is a free roam prison. Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling. Grey skies always loom large.Rain biting as it strips the high rise.Trapped in this oblivion. Escape is the order of business, and i’mContinue reading “Hemmed In”

Heart carved like paper disposed.Upon the wall nailed the prose.Sorrow cast into a mix and mould.Form this fresh decision.Snort to push the vision. Skin shredded until its gore.Make this suffering a letter of the law.Suspicion bred into the routine.Twitching curtain.Is this all for certain? Organs rendered down to ash.Across the collective throat came the slash.DivisionContinue reading “Recycler”