Stop trying to make out that group one is better than two.Every side is human so we are all guilty too. Lying won’t change the facts that we are a species of death.Locusts and plagues have nothing on us.Collectively use all that we can touch.No thought in our heads for if it’s too much.The answerContinue reading “Cut The Labels”
Category Archives: Poem
Present Descent
Failure to comprehend your own fucking language.Might as well steal and lazily languish.But leaving you alone,Might bring about oblivion. Cause you’re blind like a selfish soul who won’t admit,That every view they have is twisted and violent.And still you preach the words…Stop madness we urge.But our voices are forgotten…Plus, everyone present is descended and rotten.Continue reading “Present Descent”
Illusion Throne
You’re not a few you’re so many,Twist words to buy integrity.Find a cause, pin it to your heart.Forgot about the truth telling part.Alternate, you made it a goal.Sick of hearing this infection though.Your definitions are just lies.The rest of us are sick of the cries. Warped and jaded;Life that’s denigrated.Picked and alone.Sat upon an illusionContinue reading “Illusion Throne”
Notched
From this dirge I bring the clarrion call.Pack these bodies right into the hall.Writhe and scream upon every note.Before too long their forms will bloat. It sounds like murder except its sweet.Upon these solid walls you do beat.With a hand in ice and a foot in gold.Can you work out which will make you fold?Continue reading “Notched”
Error State
Waiting for the fog to clear.This annoyance is so near.Can’t bring myself to look.My fate has been carved by hook.Words engraved into my wall.They haunt me and taunt my fall.I need to break free of my curse.Before I end up in the back of a hearse.Call me morbid but its true.Terror runs right the wayContinue reading “Error State”
Split The Bones
Cycle of hate.To perpetuate is not fate. Spit the bones out from your teeth.Harboured pain that needs to cease. Decroum has been thrown to the wolves.All that remains are the skins of fools.Hand me down an empty tome.Carve the eyes so far from home;With a twisted metal rusted heart.You have no glory to make youContinue reading “Split The Bones”
Imitation Of Maturity
Childish with your world view.So much junk do you spew.Obsessed with being right.Far too eager to pick a fight. But it doesn’t have to be that way.Just leave the past where it does lay.Digging it up does nothing of use,And it might just become a noose.Tighten until all you do is choke.All while punishing normalContinue reading “Imitation Of Maturity”
Blind With Sight
Excuses just to play with lives.In my opinion it is quite contrived.Another story with no proof.Starting to think this is a spoof.Manufactured outrage for some glory.OK, fair enough continue you’re allegory. Just don’t come up to us,When you are falling at the rush.See your halls fill up with souls.Once everything is out of control. SpoutContinue reading “Blind With Sight”
Occupation Is Angry
The blur is just a part of the bite.Pictures are rendering me in spite.Not a view I ever wished to hold.Too bad, too late you were not good or bold. Practice words and see if they fit.Five, four, A, B, C; I’m sick of it.Break these chains; here I come.Blind, deaf, called stupid and dumb.Continue reading “Occupation Is Angry”
Where Do I Belong?
Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge. So give me guidance and maybe some spurring.Cause after this long it feelsContinue reading “Where Do I Belong?”
Simon A Jackson - Writer 