When do men turn in monsters?
I’ll tell you its when the cost is just enough.
For victory is all that masses want to taste.
Stand against and you’ll be erased.
By hands of the many pretending to be a few.
Truth is so many are after a view.
Twisted conscious shared not divided.
If only more could see they are misguided.
Fixed on a path that leads straight to doom.
Surrounding their minds in fathoms of gloom.
Weaving a web that will trap them first.
Guaranteeing that their sacred bubble will burst.
Until what remains will be only rot and decay.
Right around the time their hearts turn to grey.
By the time they realise it’ll be far too late.
Their future will have been sealed by the many hands of fate.
Using nails to claw back what is owed.
Whether they’re in hiding or out on the road.
For deliverance is never on a short leash.
If you are its target then these blades you will meet.
As predator can always be turned into prey.
Perpetuating a system that will continue to strip goodness away.
Hold Fast
You might stumble and fall but that’s not the end.
What you need to do is get back up again.
Show that nothing will keep you down.
That no matter what you will continue to rebound.
Stare down foes as if you’re the biggest baddest wolf.
No one is your master.
This life’s for you.
Refuse and counter.
Some will have it out for you no matter what.
To their snide remarks you should ignore the lot.
It shows that they lack decorum.
Otherwise they would not solicit through an illicit forum.
Bare your teeth and show them you will stand no shit.
No one is your master.
This life’s for you.
Refuse and counter.
Terminate from toxicity.
Come to peace and accept each day.
Harder than you might expect.
Its why for so many its a road they reject.
But you don’t have to follow suit.
Take the chance and grab this loot.
Render all their points completely moot.
No one is your master.
This life’s for you.
Refuse and counter.
I Want No Control
New day in the same old room.
Air filled with a poised waiting boom.
Yet another drama to go pop.
Getting to the point that I wish it would stop.
So much unnecessary pointless pain.
Life can be hard enough without adding to the game.
That is why I keep myself removed.
Offer no opinions and work to my own groove.
Fresh drama with the same sting.
And all I think is, here we go again.
Understand every point and side.
But to be honest its a meaningless ride.
Going nowhere but round and round.
If only a direction is something that got found.
Instead its just more grin and bare.
So I simply sit quiet as the grave and stare.
Tensions boil and heads do spin.
Emotions erupt without ending.
This repetition is wearing me down.
Its like being with children how we go round.
Cycle shortens before it elongates.
The lot of us will never be mates.
Nor do we need to be in all truth.
Pity that is not a reality others can accept without proof.
I would say one day things will change.
But if I committed to that I’d be deranged.
Issue here is ego related to control.
With a small sprinkling of black or white soul.
All things that I’ve seen before.
Each and every time it goes worse than poor.
And my days of being in the thick are gone.
If you believe anything more than you are dead wrong.
Ride Shotgun With Ruin
Rise from the ashes of a neon disgrace.
All to be a lock for this new rat race.
Born from chaos bred with speed.
Pinnacle of which is complete greed.
With a shotgun serving of time to die.
Alongside bodies who never got to say goodbye.
Each one a victim of what has been formed.
Who will be next piggie to be scorned.
Does it even matter when the wolves have a key?
Too late chump you’ll soon be dinner for three.
Get to your knees and pray all you like.
Will have no impact on if you survive the night.
Crushed by division.
Holding on to lack of vision.
Deicide will take a ride.
Remember to open up…
All the hate you like to keep inside.
With eyes of blood and hands of gold.
They who remain will wrongly fold.
Kick back all blame right onto you.
Until your number is but a scarce few.
Yet do not think that means end is sight.
For that is but a hand of sleight.
With treachery once more crowned as king.
Something that will surely again bring…
Barbarity out of shadows in massive droves.
To ravage all the fields of healthy cloves.
Transform this Eden to a hellscape that’s fried.
Crushed by division.
Holding on to lack of vision.
Deicide will take a ride.
Tempt you to settle on violent suicide.
Long ways Off
Red planet, blue planet, old planet, new planet.
Doesn’t matter which it is you choose.
If it turns out dull you can always move.
Pick another from the countless sea.
Then count down to one from three.
Its that little time to arrive.
Obviously superior than to only survive.
Uni sun, two sun, young sun, dead sun.
Scarcely believe these sights I see.
Nothing will ever take them from me.
As I sail across the unending black.
Never would I want to take it back.
For this is right where I wish to be.
Space is the epitome of being truly free.
Set course, smile and wave.
Be taking joy to my someday grave.
Doubt it’ll be anytime soon.
Long ways off is my doom.
High sea, low sea, in sea, no sea.
Yet there is so much more to sail.
All of it better than the old Holy Grail.
For this new beginning could change the stars.
More so than humanities first journey to Mars.
Important as it was indeed.
That was only a stepping stone, you better believe.
Set course, smile and wave.
Be taking joy to my someday grave.
Doubt it’ll be anytime soon.
Long ways off is my doom.
This Journey Is Yours
Stare out at the field of stars.
In no way is it like living behind bars.
All you see are points you can visit.
Settle only for what makes you think, this is it.
Whether that be toiling away days making farms.
Or building your dream home out amongst the palms.
There is plenty of imagination to conjure.
Even if you wish to be a space pirate wonder.
Dogfighting out in the fields.
Zigzagging through debris with failing shields.
This galaxy is your oyster, so do as you please.
Carve out an existence that makes you feel at ease.
Pretentious Attitude Systematically Sold
Simple desire that you wish to conspire.
Light the way but won’t commit.
Time again is splitting you sick and twisted.
Grasp this mantle and fly to…
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone.
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
Victims on the frontline.
Subjected to endless crime.
Tortured sense from beyond the pale.
Wrenching free from your hands ’til you fail.
Resist a calling meant to breed disarray.
Hatched buried from you to me.
Counting crows with a long crooked smile.
Reach out and claim…
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
That which was never yours.
Pockmarked with so many flaws.
Enigma fake wrapped in no mystery.
Prize from these hands your cold dead facsimile.
For what is not yet could never well be.
Statement I give to you freely.
With a sad empty husk of battered skin.
Reciting these words over again.
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone.
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
That is why you loathe me so strong.
For you believe you are never wrong.
Sorry to burst your bubble with some truth.
I have plenty of evidence to provide as proof.
Shattered and cast into utter despair.
Xenophobic but still standing here.
Polluted sense of self importance proclaims…
I am better for I am unclaimed!
Hero To Zero
Understanding ain’t always easy.
It can take a lot to not turn sleazy.
Become a selfish arrogant fool.
Take it out when life won’t bow to you.
But sometimes you need to be the hero.
Even when you feel like a downtrodden zero.
For not every dice roll can be a win.
Just have to try all over again.
Making changes does take time.
Rush them and you could cross a line.
Cause more damage than you can fix.
Burn bridges until you’re cut off and isolated.
Then you will never be the hero.
End up stuck as a complete loner zero.
With every hand stacked against you.
Options left numbering few.
So don’t push hard or complicate.
Work smart but don’t be a git.
If you’re decent then good will come.
But if you’re the asshole then you’ll be up the creak without a paddle.
See if then you can navigate the rabble.
Survive the falls that lie up ahead.
Make it out without becoming another of the unnamed dead.
One Less
Separation was on the cards long before it came.
I could see the signs but carried on, all the same.
Still when it struck the sting was no less.
Left sitting here there was pain, I must confess.
Severed.
Cut away.
One less person in my life from today.
Removed.
Set free.
Wish you the best as our ships sail away.
Not alone in how these things unfold, I am aware.
Doesn’t mean that them or me do not care.
Its just the way that this life, sometimes goes.
Part of how it forever ebbs and flows.
Severed.
Cut away.
One less person in my life from today.
Removed.
Set free.
Wish you the best as our ships sail away.
While the end leaves me sad I am pleased for the time we had.
Out Of Currency To Bribe Or Bully
I got a want to need need need.
And so I hunt with speed indeed.
For there is no route that I won’t walk.
Remember that before you decide to talk,
About your heresy lined deep desire.
Or you might end up on a funeral pyre.
Get out, get down, your it.
Sick of this selfish stupid shit.
Step out, step down, get lost.
You can’t bare incoming cost.
Milk remorse until I snap.
Throw all your crap right back.
For too many times you’ve spread lies.
Now negativity circles you like flies.
Reap what you sow, so its all on you.
Never escape this split in uneven two.
Get out, get down, your it.
Sick of this selfish stupid shit.
Step out, step down, get lost.
You can’t bare incoming cost.
With a wall filled with weapons you still cannot see.
Born from madness is travesty times three.
As was the way when the sky did fall.
Beg, steal and borrow as if you’re on call.
Hunter with no name for you sold out your friends.
Much like I decided to skip to the end.
Not cause my patience is wearing thin.
I just wanted to see how my life will be ending.
Get out, get down, your it.
Sick of this selfish stupid shit.
Step out, step down, get lost.
You can’t bare incoming cost.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 