Sometimes you’ve got to let it go.Dump it all into the flow.Watch it drift so far away.Ignore all responsibility. Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.Too much action will cleave in two.Fry your head until it pounds.Make you want to burrow underground.Just for a pause and a little sleep.That much action can make you weak.Continue reading “Into The Flow”
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Sheeple
Stick your head up your ass,All for a free pass.Say you wish to turn the page,But just want out of this cage.Every word is a lie.You only want to buy,Stuff and roam free.How selfish can you be?Outrage now a fad.Sickened by how glad,And entitled you do act.Like it’s part of some pact.Dumbest race on theContinue reading “Sheeple”
Set In Chains
You pin to me all of the disgrace.I’m not sure it should be the case,That all these failings should be mine.Feels like you wish to make me guilty for every crime. Not going to back down.Sick of the same old frown.Bullied and set in chains.What is here is not for…No longer will I accept yourContinue reading “Set In Chains”
Yes I Know
You say I sold my soul to reach my goal.But the truth is I have never told,The reality of why I’m still here.Never even sipped on beer.For all my words are far too jumbled.Around me walls seem to have crumbled.And if I thought it was in my head,I’d look for a place to make myContinue reading “Yes I Know”
What’s With…
What’s with the bottle?Is it for comfort?Won’t stop you feeling awful,Or becoming triumphant.So how about you try speaking to me?I’m not here to judge, or make you feel guilty.Just think it might help, but it’s up to you.I’ve seen the way you’re crumbling and sinking from view.We all know the cause, or at least canContinue reading “What’s With…”
Bouquet Of Ruin
You say life ain’t worth living.I don’t believe that to be true.This bouquet of ruin,Is what was handed to you. Pressure is mounting and you don’t want a piece.Rather be curled up in a different place.But truth is things are not what they once were.Listening to the world can feel like a spur,Driven deep intoContinue reading “Bouquet Of Ruin”
On A Stage
You have time I have not.Build these mountains without thought.Carve terrain into a valley.Too many moments filled with folley. Beaten down into the dirt.Sick of every moment filled with hurt.Bags filled with nobodies;Like species wide obsessed hobbies. Glance to your periphery.Comes prior to the jab to be…Cure for the itching sting.Screams in your head areContinue reading “On A Stage”
Monster In Skin
Flames I put to my flesh.You get one solitary guess.Immolation for all to see.From this horror you cannot flee.Bleary eyed and fixated.Make you understand the fated.That we are circling around the drain.Nothing from this can you gain.So stop your schemes and your traps.All it is revealing are more cracks.A face shrouded behind clay.Lies that haveContinue reading “Monster In Skin”
Conspiracy Of Lies
You build it up ’til it reaches conspiracy,But behind the scenes you are the tyranny.What has come is still yet to be.From this shroud you shoot to guarantee… Feeding on the witness.Inflicting desperate sickness.Molding in attempts to change the truth.Acting like you are a sleuth.Casting bright light onto dark.Pity your words are a self-interested remark.Continue reading “Conspiracy Of Lies”
Cycles Intact
What is all of the obsession,With making people a possession?Don’t you get that a person is not a thing.What they are is a human being.They get to make the choices that they wish.Not be used and twisted until they become like fish;Stuck upon your crooked rusty hook.Starting to think people need to read a book.ItsContinue reading “Cycles Intact”
Simon A Jackson - Writer 