Simon Jackson Poems

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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Clitter Clatter
Clitter Clatter
The hooves go warding on.
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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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