Fears & Adventure

Cacophony of fear. I’m scared to death.
That dreams should take a final breath.
I fly today. A foreign land.
No love is held. No female hand.
I drown in sorrow. Of loves gone past.
Escape is needed. Escape at last.
I dream of you. an unknown name.
One who dreads & feels the same.
Music soft, & cello played.
Relation past, I wish had stayed.
Panic falls in cold dark tears
As all my hopes they disappear.
I’m scared to death & fate it snares
As aging man I dread to dare.
I’d love again if heart was free
To kiss the wind in symphony.
A perfect love that resonates
in beauty held for which I ache.
Three figures stand around me here
The past, the present & death so near.
The past is her, my broken wife
A girl who died with sacred knife
She slit her wrist to ease the blood
In crimson tide & ending flood.
There’s death that’s close & follows me,
I fear a waiting obituary,
A heart attack or painful fire
Or still alive in burning pyre,
& then there’s dream of porcelain girl,
Who smiles & giggles in dizzy curls,
My sweet desire, my late night fun
The girl to kiss, my only one.
& all around this set of three
Lies orange land & brazen sea
soon escape with mind & heart
& see how God will play his part,
Will I die in flaming wreck?
Or love all night on maiden’s neck?
Obsessed with fate, I’ll avoid the gaze
Of death & try to conquer days,
& maybe then between nightly freeze,
Love’s true call will quickly breeze
Into sight with victory
& send me joyful company.
Let’s hope for love, let’s hope for thrill,
Let’s hope for justice; a new sweet girl.

~ See you all soon. Thank you all for the joy & smiles, support & warmth you’ve brought me on here. More poetry & rambles when I get back folks…

© Ed Simkins

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jennifer with smiles

sweet jesus and his loving prayers, that such a girl exists!

jennifer my god, my love, i adore & that is true!

you rip and stretch and bend and break and tear my heart in parts!

how can such a creature be that beauty is an art?

your smile is full and lips to kiss, oh how can i resist?

your arms that tease and tickle me, how easy to persist!

that fresh faced smile, that glint of peace, that beauty which makes me cry!

my heart it yearns to hold you close and and gaze upon your eyes.

such  pearls of paradise my dear, that find this man a-drowning

how can lust be such sweet sorrow, that god he holds me back!

he creates a beauty of such finery that one can barely speak

but mortal love that flies through me, each day i long to reach

& touch her skin, such smoothery, such skin that flows and darts

from silken hair to naked breast, hidden beneath her charms

i wish, i wish, i wish some more, that man would leave us be,

that gem of golden tongue and love would gaze again at me.

for when she does my world is us and she is all my needs

i love her such that dreams exist and on my knees i plead.

she laughs and giggles and glows like stars, her playfulness excites,

that i could keep her to myself & let our love ignite!

i want to kiss and kiss some more, and feel her tender breath

to know her figure, enjoy her person, in merriment til death

i want to talk and flirt and smile and please her as i can

but if only a god existed, then would i be her man!

i love her and that is enough my friend, it’s all that i can do,

for if i asked her out again, a gentle answer no.

but i am such a fool you see, and masked wolf that i am,

that life continues, my love it seeks, i dream because i can

& secret world remains unknown, i love her that is true!

and as we play and hold and fight, my eyes will love her too.

~ happiness is when something wonderful happens 🙂

(c) Ed Simkins

Sheep Less Cold

Sheep attack on these darkened days, once the masters sleep and brains removed

the men they lust, the women bicker and all the children scream and howl.

let moon rise up and tides reveal a phantom phlegm of human past

a knife is drawn and leader’s back is drenched in Ceaser’s blood.

the sanity of the world has failed and brainless zombies take over

Nietzsche’s eyes they roll and squirm as UberMenshce are shot

He cries out proud & rather loud in failed pain, his intellect destroyed

for what use now is mental thought, when sheep are flocked and led.

the human race a failed dream of greed and hate and selfish deeds

i’d rather be in frozen cave than surrounded there in misery.

with whispers lied and bullshit spoke, what chance the few with brains

this tortured life in fields of sheep, where power corrupts unnamed.

i look to you as strange relief, to reveal the truth within

that people lie and kill and cheat, that few deserve to live.

when money and deceit is all that’s left, we start the modern world

my escape to woods is holy news, for lies are killed by nature

and the emptiness of their opinions backed by hope and prayer and gossip.

if god existed rather than a story born, in a cave would he rest and smile

for if he knew the bullshit of the pain, this human race he’d cull!

now pander to the lame and free! reduce the grips of law!

speak of weather being ‘less cold’ he says or or of illusions of geometry,

science forms a basic rock but the sheep in groups disdain

and force the bright to begrudge defeat through numbers of lies not thought.

~ On the inequalities & stupidity & ignorance of society

(c) Ed Simkins

:) Happiness In Books :)

I couldn’t help but grin, for god was watching from the corner of the room.

He loves books as much as me you see.

He smiled and laughed and my cheeks grinned as she walked into the room.

I find it difficult now to say, but my face explains it all. Alight & burning smiles, a volcano to the world.

Egyptian replacement was back today. A mystery enshrined in beauty.

Boy, my God was happy! He danced and skipped and clapped his hands, oh how he loves to tease!

I pinned her down, but only by her sweet smooth shoulders did I touch..

Her dress was closed and beautiful, her eyes were flames of youth.

She smiled.

God closed in and watched. What a kick he was getting out of this. His Imagination burned.

She giggled and laughed and her sexy body wriggled like a dancing dream.

Oh how the sun shone through that morning haze.

Books were ripped and thrashed and pages turned and skipped. Her tender, delicious neck alive in childish girlish heat.

& God clapped & bounced with joy. That fool who loved to play.

Her ticklish behaviour aroused suspicion, much merriment & joy.  She stood & smiled.

Egyptian hair & eyes of stars, her pale flesh was yet to sweat, though fire raged on crimson lips.

She spoke & thanked me of my kindness, she giggled once and hugged me well.

I stroked her neck & wished her luck as her journey began in earnest.

Immaculate paintings and soft voice recall a hour or two of loving meditation with her.

& In sad demise did God approach and ask me how i felt.

I replied with keenness & foolish grin of how i wish to repeat and more.

& God’s angel left the library soon & books in hand collected

I sat and dreamt and dreamed some more and yellow hair was gone.

(c) Ed Simkins

~ the pleasure of beauty & books

Aphrodite in Bed

God is a creature who sleeps in my bed, who rests and talks and fucks with my head!

She is a princess, a dream to behold, a mixture of love and of fate you’ll be told

You can laugh and you can ask & you question her style, but look at her naked & you’ll be there for a while!

Her skin is a candle which glows and entraps, a living writhing collection of sensual maps

Ones which speak and point and show, to parks of amusement – a place i must go

With time close beside her, her body will i hold, & as a blanket around, my arms will i fold

& those smiles i possess are her medals of gold, teasing me softly like fires in the cold

With her red hair alight and her young teasing eyes, how i adore the delights of her delicate size

Yet as God to my world does she make me prostrate, & with hunger & violence she aims to frustrate

For as God is to you – a story that’s grown, so she unto me is a fable i’ve sown

A dream in my head & a fatal desire, this fleshpot of love with a fearsome fire

& there in my bed, God sits and she plans, while I kneel down beside her & place love in her hand.

She smiles & she laughs & she giggles aloud, & tells me repeatedly, how much she is proud

& with a final strong desire & a warm giddy heart, we close in together & allow the kisses to start..

🙂

(c) Ed Simkins

God & I Beside the Sea

Blue day talks and asks of ship & beckons man to enter it.

to set afloat and sail the seas and take a challenge from defeat

but as boat sails and storms occur, the old man whispers, with God confers,

“What do i do? How do i survive? How the hell do i escape this hardship alive?”

& God replied and laughed and thought, considered this & then he taught

“Life’s storms are many, each day you’ll die, but life’s adventure is the reason why

you’ll find yourself in oceans blue, freezing, crying & quite scared too.”

Man looked up from shoreline rocks and shivered twice, as coldness knocked

“God, you gave me peace, you gave me land, throughout today you lent a hand,

so why when fear engulfed me whole, did you destroy my strength and soul?

You made me break, my ship collapsed, i cried out in horror & pained relapse.

Why send me back to hated times, that i repose in horrid rhymes?

Dear God, your ocean waves crashed down & wrecked my face in frightened frowns

Why I ask? Why despise? What purpose broken with blackened skies?”

“You see,” said God, who sat beside, “the reason that i made you cry

was just to check your progress made, to see you fight outside your cave,

to see that you have grown somewhat, & that sea or Black Dog leads you not

into fatal flight or hidden fright, and make you know that of tonight

a new year starts and adventures begin, that you will suffer, but that you will win

I’ll throw wolves and cliffs and biting kids, just to make you know that you should live

a life unknown, but not of fear, that you should enjoy the darkness

& the clear.”

(c) Ed Simkins

Napoleon beneath the Castle.

Thick brown mud & horse manure, a mountain full beside the plot

An old man gathers, collects his shovel and slowly, sturdily, moves the lot

Winter’s ice on broken land, a cold wind blows and silence calls

A king commands a one man force, struggling against the snow that falls

Or rain or sleet or bloodied shine, prepares the ditch & plants his flag

Campaign begins, tools all prepped, a man with heart that will not sag

Unending groups of fertile green, battalions stand in row on row

This army nourished, watered, fed, 12 months of blood will make it grow

Each day he tends, and hands produce, an ancient source of fantasy

An elder man, his hands all cracked, retired now from destiny

Nature controlled and organised, this man a genius of the magic green

A plot of land so abundant in food, a man of freedom, a man unseen

It makes me sad, it makes me cry, to see this guy talk so proud

Of the things he’d done, of the victories won, of the miracles that only he’d inspired

By blood and guts, of reading much, and those manual days in which he’d perspired

In fighting off disease and nature, of jealous fools and the years gone by

He, Napoleon, beneath the distant castle, victorious in defeat, one day will die

& there in the fields he will lie down buried, a cross erected & the world will know

That this is my Father, the gardening master, & just like his plants, his kudos will grow.

(c) Ed Simkins