My Cemetery Walk

Wasted days or relaxing thoughts?
Screams of passion lead to naught
Taken far and slapped on face
Darkness over cemetery finds empty space
Grave held low & roses grow
Shaping shadows on those I know
Moments play & sounds escape
Crossing fields as hidden snake
Blood flows thin on stolen win
Whilst cold hand rests on old man’s chin
Take the time & let it roll
Time I say for midnight stroll
See the dead & hear them sing
Watch the movement of silent wing
Bird of prey and harvest moon
Frozen winds and coated tune
November rain or evening mist
Loveless lives & forgotten kiss
The pathway leads across the field
My body broken begins to yield
I’m sure soon that death will force
My mind to stop and then in course
Weep once more and shake in pain
As I remember hand in hand in lover’s lane
Beside her grave I lay down and weep
And feel my heart pulled down deep
To mix with dreams that I once knew
And mix with her and seep on through
In pain, in death, our lives will merge
And maybe then I’ll feel such surge
That stand and jump are actions made
By old man broken, who lies afraid
Perhaps one day in secret lips
A drink of life will soon be sipped
& dreams and hope and smiles be found
By passioned excitement in arms abound.

~ silly dreams within my mind as I walk through the cemetery
© ed simkins

Darkness Calls.

Can you feel the blood trickle forth?
Tempting fate with kisses of sad recline.

Death breathes, slow release & cries.
A line of existence draws close upon her eyes.

Those which sought have died & the light it fades
Failing from the misery told in youth, a dream expires.

The soil falls in broken clumps
Heart sinks with the patter of the rose petals thrown.

I feel the cold.

A final push towards the sanity of man refused
Time repents & runs away.

Beware the dust of thought which closes in upon your naked skin
The worms will feed well this night through itching hate.

I see her glare, her moist white lips
As her decaying dreams scream my name

The silence moans, bearing forth fruit of frozen lust
Princess cried in blood red mist.

I hold her naked flame & tremble at the cost.

~ On thinking about death.
© ed simkins

Tripping on illusions

I’m not sure.
It’s all bizarre.
Maybe I’m dead.
Or lost.

The sun’s out.
The clouds are rolling.
Things just seem strange.
Not quite what I expected.

Last night I was at her door
I was smoking the air
I was straining to pretend she stood there
Smiling in her fluffy blue dressing gown.

I laid down my roses
Wished that she’d see them
Wished that she knew I’d been there
Wished that she’d call me

But death is a strange friend
One who just whispers
Reminds you of truth
Shows you the futility of dreams.

So I kissed you on your forehead
The way I always used to do before
I stroked your nose & saw you smile
I never knew love could feel so good

& then a shadow you became
& i’m back here in my garden
My mind is tripping with illusions
A late night expedition to the old house of love

My dreams are that something new would occur
Something amazing would grip me by my heart
That she or you would come & hold my hand
That the dreams would come to fruition.

I’d like to experience something like that again
Something pulsing like fresh blood through my veins
I’d like this summer sun to witness romance
& paint the flowers which I see in shades of love.

So I’m not sure you see
Not sure what this day is I hold in my thoughts
& I’m tripping on illusions
& I’m wishing in the garden.

~ You know that I love her, but I want to experience this life.
© ed simkins

Life’s Too Heavy

All that’s life sails on by
Dreams which sing & flutter.
I’m lost in a world that doesn’t know
The sense of love which sends.

In dreaming in my deepest sleep
Imagination grows
in days which flow & roll & pass.
I sit & breath it in,

Though the air is cold & still my friend
I stare out of windows lit by flowers
& wonder at where the time it goes
As Stillness plays & silence screams.

With piano sung with peace & joy.
Calm, sullen jugs of heated liquor
Travel through the throat which writes
& covers itself in solemn darkness.

Clouds of melancholy stutter deeply
My heart it ponders the win-ability of life
& lays its weary head in shame.
Unforgotten, unloved, unknown.

Defeated perplexion
A rhyme of heartache tasked with love
Eyes which see refused to taste the sights of joy
Belly warm with strong contemplation

These moments gone drunk in spirits
In silent circumcision.
I’m drunk with life, & foolish too.
Forgotten how to walk or sing.

No girl, no sense, no purpose found
I lie within the garden of this cave
& fantasise with bottle brought
& await the arrival of my god.

So a last recount to you my friend
A tale of life which knows no bound
I see the world of humans pass
I see no future hymn to sing

Fate has blown me far away.
As silent statues talk of death.
A final swig of life & down
Broken dreams collapse to ground.

~ a heavy hand in thought does write this. Maybe one day you’ll understand.
© ed simkins

A Request to You.

Hey! I want to ask you something!
A connection made through time.
Though words of deepness made this evening
Elude me through this rhyme.
I wish that we, both you & I,
Could sit and speak & talk,
Or meet one day on earth’s fair land
& converse upon a walk.
My Questions collate & my knowledge seeks
A fertile train of thought
So I approach you friend, in human peace
For a friend is what is sought.
I’m 59 & 23
& all the age between
With kingdoms made & battles won
Romance is but a dream
If naked ladies ruled my world
Or beauty cast its vote
Then soul of mine, in hidden world,
Would ride outside and gloat!
But broken thoughts & failed remorse
Are curses sent to me
Which entrap & bind & tear deep wounds
– Relate no sympathy.
But here I ask & answers please!
I seek your fertile mind!
Suggest a life best led my friends
Of one that I may find.
You think I’m nuts but here I write
As evening sun departs
as pleasing forms of love & youth
Relinquish from my heart.
I wish, I hope, nay I do plead
That beauty could find it’s way
& embellish in sweet perfume & scent
An angel for this day.
But more than this I seek new worlds,
Adventure is my key!
So tell me friends, my dear read,
What direction must I be?
Give hope I ask, or bright advice,
Send ideas o’wonderment,
I need your clever thoughts, your dreams
I need them heaven sent.
with last repose, my last request
– Seriously I ask of thee!
What new adventure could I take
My friends, suggest to me!

~ yes, an actual real life request from me to YOU READER for ideas for a new adventure! I hope you’ll send a few! PLEASE!
© Ed Simkins

Breathless.

Heart stops in nights of black.
Time itself unravels above the walls of wire.
Stood here I smile, eyes lit by beauty thrown.
Light of brilliance, curves of power
She stands there, ephemeral, intoxicating fire.
My eternal flame, my loyal love.
She watches me, & speaks to me.
Her sisters watch, from crowds of space,
Veiled clouds, so drunk with life.
My heart it sings, each time she’s there
Majestic goddess, lady of secret love.
Her dress of lace, her diamond jewels,
Her still white face, her frozen stance.
Down here I pray for a love,
Something that she considers true.
I beseech with dreams, I kiss the air.
One night she’ll come, she’ll rescue me.
Send such thoughts that I desire.
Then her daughter & I will profligate,
Will raise a generation in dedication lent,
That cult will grow of shining moon,
& youth will love in midnight mass
That naked flesh will whimper in sweet appreciation
& acclaim the love of the moon’s disciple.
For I am he. The knight of nights.
& I stand here in prayer, looking up at you.
I bow to the moon & fall in love.
Her beauty my appeal, her beauty truth.
For Moon is my mistress, my guardian of the heart.
Princess to my dreams, saviour of my mind.
Each night she appears, love is consumed,
A feast for the heart, an orgy for the soul.

~ As I walk home, I gaze up & I think. Life & My Love, Existence, My Future.

© Ed Simkins

A World Without Her.

No lips to kiss.
No dream to hold.
No sleeping beauty.
Nor child told.

No basking glory.
No woman who calls.
No allusion to fall for.
Nor romance which stalls.

No changing of rooms.
No crazy nights.
No broken cups.
Nor raucous fights.

No cars collide.
No bed to care.
No long haired carpets.
Nor breakfast shared.

No adventures together.
No feeling like shit.
No put downs or tears
Nor reason for it.

No one to say ‘No.’
No being in the way.
No reason to eat out.
Nor reason to stay.

Life in the fast lane.
The minutes are your own.
Freedom in the slow.
Thoughts kept alone.

Half the world sits silent
The other complains & loves.
But who is the happiest?
& Will I ever know?

~ Contentment is being alone. But excitement?

© Ed Simkins

Between Work & Play

cold dark days & headaches form,

brilliant lights explode in mind.

I’m off to war in but a moment,

where dogs and cats will be left behind.

dreams will run or skip and make me smile,

though shadows form in veiled mask!

repetitions blown from the four winds of time,

i sit here frozen, though happy, relaxed.

i could tell you a story of the famous girl,

but i know that tonight you may not care.

My vice is my own and the thoughts are known.

so i’ll just pop upstairs and change for war.

old man clothes, blazer, shirt,

black tie and watch, his pockets clean.

these garbs i’ll drop and out i go,

escape the ritual of a Friday sleep.

all in order to impress the world,

or perhaps i’d say, to make me feel

a slight sense of some human worth,

or if all goes well, the world will smile

& the day will be won, alongside the battle.

for the library’s clean, the kids sent home,

weekend is free and the dreams begin.

who knows what fantasies will blow this mind,

& tease our eyes with skin and heat!

Good night, good night, farewell & night!

~ Friday night & I’m shattered, but free!

(c) Ed Simkins

Perfection In White

Kissing the moon and watching her friends,

i smile and release this human pain.

i love this girl. i love her much.

her sweet innocence and perfect charms.

she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,

wonders at the world.

her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.

it’s her that rules & guides my world.

her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,

but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!

& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!

she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!

she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.

she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,

and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.

& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,

she holds my hand & smiles for me.

i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.

so much has she seen and so much to come.

she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.

& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.

she is ever there. & she amazes me!

I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.

So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude

& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,

i smile & i worship her,

& i pray for yet another night.

~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home

(c) Ed Simkins

Soothed Escape

recline.

rest.

pull the warm blanket round.

she kisses you.

music intoxicating, a fine dream wine.

i smile.

but wearied eyes.

i close and pray and slowly inhale.

sanity prevails. returns.

i feel the world release. & smile.

comfort sings with soft caress.

a silent kiss.

& many huggs.

holding.

i can feel my heart.

my mind’s alive and grateful.

no need for drugs. no need for sex. no need for wands of dour hidden magic.

i hold her close. i see her smile. she kisses me.

all that dreams exist. a winding road to bliss.

i start again.

& breathe. a gentle thought.

i stroke her hair & she purrs for me.

a pretty child. a woman’s look.

lolita in blanket dreams who smiles and sleeps.

i rest my head.

i have escaped & here i am.

at peace.

soothed by her flow.

& smiling.

contented.

~ a hard day fought, a tired mind & a whole lot of love.

(c) Ed Simkins