Simon Jackson
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The tragic masterpiece lies here
Where better things once flourished.
Fuelled by bitter envy and
Jealousy of old and new fires
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Here I sit and stare to yonder, wandering
into states of wonder and disbelief.
Tracing paths of tinkerbells in the sky
at night seeking the path laid out in light.
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For the one who posesses my heart, with unknowing cirumscription:
Forever on my mind
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The night comes
and the owls come out to hoot.
The bustle and the noise is gone
and animals slowly creep
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Arid and lifeless the world surrounds
the prickly cactus standing its ground,
watching, waiting preparing amongst
the nothing that envelopes the scene.
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The blinding light
seeks out amongst the tumbling
waves breaking against the
barricade of rocks jutting out
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This light that doth shine on my face
rising from the east and setting in the west
regular, like clockwork, as people say.
Its joy and radiance can be stolen by none,
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Wandering in winter's gusty grip
Nothing is safe from its frigid whip
Taming even people on their journeys.
Animals wonder if theyll see the spring
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When the snow thaws
And the icy cracks in the road form rivers
It carries away the hopes and dreams
Of the children once engrossed
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Whilst I hover here
wondering if i'll be sick
The hazy details of the nights debauchery
Become clearer with every retch,
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If the sun is up too early,
I’d push it way back down
And when it runs away too fast:
To the moon, I’d lash it down,
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Simon Jackson Biography
Lived in the UK till I was 7 and half, been living in China since then until two years ago.)
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The Tragic Masterpeice
The tragic masterpiece lies here
Where better things once flourished.
Fuelled by bitter envy and
Jealousy of old and new fires
Which glow in front of the damp cold,
Ashes of a raging fire.
A single spark is all it took
To set off the kindling of the
Stone encircled pit.
The fuel was primed and ready
And all it took was the misfire of that passing spark.
Like a phoenix, spread it's wings
And licked the sky with its fiery tongue,
A flare for the world to see it's
Unbridled passion and devotion
Soon uncontrolled, it burnt and resisted
All attempts to extinguish, taking with it a once mighty forest.
Then the dark spring rains fell down,
And killed the once great bird
That flew so freely and haphazardly.
Its final breath, a sad cry unlike it's great birth,
From that accidental spark,
Which had caused the rains to fall.
And in the distance that spark
Has struck another fiery pit,
But it does not pass by this time.
It stays and dances with its fiery companion
With no destruction, it fuels
The phoenix, burning like a star in the night.
But the summer has now arrivèd
And the fiery grey ashes are washed away
Leaving silhouettes where once great trees stood.
Yet when all hope and life seemed drained
From the cold and desolate place, a green sprout emerged
From the charred earth, breathing new life into the scenery.
The tiny spark was in the distance
Frolicking in new found glory after its accidental
Blaze elsewhere, yet plants and flowers now bloom
In what was a seemingly dead place.
New hope is born, its beauty in flowers,
And the cycle kicks in.
The tragic masterpiece emerges from the smoke,
Breathes a sigh of fresh beginnings and
Tries once again for a forest that can bear
Mighty trees once again.
Whilst secretly it's spirit longs for the passing of
Another impetus to breathe life into the phoenix which once was.
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Hi Simon, very much enjoyed Fag Ends. The snatches of 'stained conversation' is a lovely image. I'm also a poet called Simon Jackson. I've posted my work on here as Simon S Jackson to avoid confusion. Good luck and keep up the writing!
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4/30/2024 2:52:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Simon, very much enjoyed Fag Ends. The snatches of 'stained conversation' is a lovely image. Glad the coffee is better than the clientelle! I'm also a poet called Simon Jackson. I've posted my work on here as Simon S Jackson to avoid confusion. Good luck and keep up the writing!