Love Found Her Voice

Sorrow
Fear
Doubt
Lined up for execution.
Hope shot her rounds
And they all fell down

The dust appeared bringing Clarity to Confusion
And now it couldn’t be clearer
As she invited Faith near her

Spectrums of colour and light broke through
Serenity brought Comfort as Chaos withdrew

Misery fled silently as Confidence made her debut
Gratitude
Joy
Belief
rejoiced, now that Love found her voice

Written by S.K. Jackson

Born a Perfect Design

The meaning of one’s existence has become systematic stresses for survival or wealth

These ‘World Leaders’ segregate and discriminate and expect us to follow.

We are chained to the circumstances of their actions as it is choking our choice

Blinded by misconceptions
A slave to ideas of beauty
Suffocated by societies opinions
Tormented by the things we can’t see

The confused; spread animosity
The confused; hide honesty
The confused: demonstrate madness
The confused; slander sadness
The confused: opened the floodgates to fear

Trauma seeps; soul’s can’t sleep.

The innocence within us ‘all’ never had the chance to breathe

We are all passengers riding a complex wheel
Reality is just an illusion and the imaginary is tangible and real

So let’s disconnect from the drama

Criticized for living life on the slow lane
We’ve developed an inability to relax; to sit and just be
We speed, crash and burn for what?
So be still, motionless, create peace in your heart

Healing is a hard path to take.
Conflict awaits when you take the time to eliminate;
demons and the pain that was left to stagnant
But be reassured; the shift to the new you will be great

So take control of your soul
Let the heart emit love
Let the mind meditate
Let the soul connect to the greater good

You were born a perfect design
Everything else is just destruction or embellishment
So have peace in your mind
And to others be kind

You were born a perfect design

Written by S.K. Jackson

The Bird No Longer Sings Alone

We lay on our backs in this disconnected world.
Feeling the earth deceive us as we watch the movement of clouds.
The sun appears nervous.
We can feel him but he has yet to emerge.
The noise of traffic dissipates, as my ears grab hold of the sound of a single singing bird.
And this morning I recall myself
washing reality down the sink.
The decay of yesterdays.
Their decomposed opinions I devoured when I was weak.
Removing the stones from my shoes.
Shaking the phantoms out of my sheets.
That night was black.
I recalled past events.
Trying to connect a line to a jagged edge.
Nursing a heart that had poured its last drop.
No balance. No cooperation.
Negative shades in the backdrop.
I still gave with little awareness of knowing how to stop.
What use is a heart if not to give?
The present day speaks to me –
RECIPROCITY
Seeing my inner value and worth.
So now I tune my frequency to what I want to attract.
Negativity, I’ve learnt to subtract.
Letting go of those, that place a hand over my mouth when I speak, in fear of hearing an opposition to what they think.
My words have substance and want to live.
It is ironic, how silence holds the most noise.
Feelings imprisoned by fear as they aren’t functional in the world we live.
But they exist.
So I don’t ignore what should be felt.
Honesty drags me through the remains of uncertainty to a place called Peace.
I smile, as a lay with a heart that mirrors mine.
The waves of thoughts easily intertwine.
Balancing the scales.
Flavouring my inner universe with sweet extracts
Acceptance.
Friendship.
What a beautiful thing.
And now I hear that bird,

no longer sings alone.

Written by S.K Jackson