Biography of Jason Jackson
I live, I breathe, I see, I notice..
Jason Jackson's Works:
I am not worthy
Jason Jackson Poems
On the footpath lies a broken umbrella, just imagine the number of times it's been used, once loved, dependable, fashionable & fit, now lies disgraced, amongst the cigarette butts and dog shit
You Hate Me (Road Rage)
I’ve just left my house & you hate me, I’ve just opened the car door & I can feel your hatred, I’ve just put my key in the ignition & you are sharpening your tongue I’ve just reversed out of my drive & you are making snide remarks
Never Go To Sleep On An Argument
Things are not as they may first appear, something gets lost in the fog, Feelings are oft misconstrued in the mire, you need to look deeper, by God.
Happy Easter to the girl with the flaxen hair, bless her face, her heart & her highly polished teeth. Happy Easter to the girl with devil may care, her over-protective parents & brother called Keith
Beat Goes On
Bonfire in my solar plexus, fire in my loins, mild pulse beating in my middle-aged heart, former rage is now cooled through family life and I want the beat to go on
Take a walk down my street, see the depressed, weary faces don't try to make eye contact examine your new shoes and laces
I smacked my child tonight, he deliberately hurt his Brother. Do I feel vindicated or ‘right’, no I do not.
Loneliness is a crowded room, do you really need to be here perhaps you would be better off at home, alone a tissue will absorb your private tear
How Are You?
Telephone rings (& is answered) .. How do I feel? How am I?
Travelling back home for Christmas, my spirits should be high, now once familiar sights now hurt my eyes and fill my soul with dread
When The Playtime (Recess) Bell Rings
When the playtime bell rings, it's time to cease fun, when the playtime bell rings, it's time to grow up, when the playtime bell rings, it's time to get serious.
It is all encompassing, it is all consuming, It is bitter, it is glitter, It is wild & moving
Music (As A Dad)
The Smiths said a light would never go out, but it did & they lied, I heard your favourite song on the radio & ended up crying, I used to believe in the power of the 1980’s band, I’m getting too old for common sense to land
Bing, Bong..a stranger to ignore, Knock, Rap, who's paining my front door, Ring, Ring, who's straining hard to sell Pop-up, Pop-up...F*** off to Bloody Hell
I want to make my kids laugh
I need to feel their love waft (over me)
I want them to be decent kids
I try hard to not blow my lid
I need to look after my better & three-quarters
She’s good to me, two sons, no daughters
Sometimes I need a shoulder to cry on,
None better is there for me to rely on.