In Morning Star.

It’s a simple change,
One that warms the cockles of my heart
The spirit soars my friend
In minutes spent in outside bliss

A morning start is new
A creation formed from thought & need
Time in prayer & breath
Rising sun in warmth face shone

Standing still or stretching yet
Smiling at the wonder seen
Of plants & flowers grown
In light which talks of God

Fresh food is ate
& the feeling of the new day brings
Relaxed & happy grins my friend
Which blossom on an ageing heart

Peace & bliss & fired content
Flowing through the veins
Soft, slow morning wake
In sun which fills my eyes

Passion of an evening star
Fades in cool positions
Hope or carefree strength of mind
Begins in blue sky felt

If all the Earth my friend
Could stand at ease this morn
Then peace would spread around this day
& end hatred’s mad disease

I admire her beauty, I dream of pleasure
I wish for naked love
But standing here this morning warm
In sun’s ray’s I am loved.

~ a beautiful start to the day. A new regime is followed.
© ed simkins

When the Sun Smiles Down

Goddess stands before me, teasing me there
Smiling with beauty & combing her hair
She’s happy I’m naked & she’s playing her game
Driving me mental with the thoughts in my brain
I’m breathing the air & I’m having such fun
& She says in this start, that I’ve only begun.
I dance in the garden & I skip and I play
And she asks me with interest if I’ve something to say
& I bow down politely, & I say that I have
That I want a girl’s body soaped in my bath
& she giggles and she laughs and she blushes in the sky
& she says to me lad, with this laughter I’ll cry
What else would you like if I gave you the chance?
I suppose with such notions you’re after romance?
& I replied with a grin that stretched to my ear
Yes dear goddess, I’m certain that’s clear!
I’d like to do things and see many places
I’d travel the world & kiss pretty faces
I’d swim in the sea without danger of sharks
I’d fly in the wind & I’d love in the parks
I’d love to hold hands with the most beautiful girl
& I’d show her adventures all over the world
I’d seduce every girl that I saw & I liked
& I’d conquer every mountain I knew on my bike
But since I’m talking to myself & I’m probably insane
I’d be happy in this garden if I could only remain
For I like this sensation, this feeling of calm
When I breathe in so deeply and I stretch out my arms
I bow to you sun & in yoga complete
& I reach for the ground, with my head to my feet
The ants in their rush & the woodlouse so busy
The flowers in their beauty & I’m excitingly dizzy
& I stand up & smile with the intake of air
Standing up naked, just clothed by my hair
& I love your true peace, & I love you warm sun
& I’m enjoying the thought that life’s just begun.
So continue to smile & continue to love
& always for me, stay there above!

~ out of bed & standing in the garden…just breathing. That’s happiness!
© ed simkins

Morning Calmness

Strange euphoria
Peacefully quiet
Stillness breezes by

The sun is out
The flowers sway
Calmness a blanket for life

Watching from the window worn
A winter’s man bows out
Garden calls & man steps forth
A smile is breaking out.

Breath in a deeper breathe
Relax and rule the world
Time no judge, a welcome friend

No need for worries, all life wakes up
No need to fight in insane dreams
Life exists, ‘just be’ my friend.

Step by step as man stands still
The actions of the sane break out
A sense of power, creation flows
As one with nature & mother earth.

~ a morning with a difference. Peace & rest & silent thoughts.
© ed simkins

Sleep Begins.

Eyes burn softly in the midnight hour. Dry stillness consumes. Sleep awaiting, Beckoning. Create your own world. Silent thoughts. I pause. Slow breath. Passion. Take time to rest. Alight the flames of wonder and cry no more. Excessive errors fade. Calming arms of bed. Slumber. Blissful peace. Dereliction of the attitude to fight begins. A tide of warmth from toe to head. Slunken muscles ignore the world. Chest rises. Chest falls. Eyes close. The light flickers & dims. No cares, no more. No rules, no deeds. Slipping under. A gradual weight lies down. A final breath. & the now is lost. Self unchained. Slowly, freedom soars. & Sleep ~ a simple time when Peace exists.

© ed simkins
begins.

Stillness

Today I work hard, though there’s not much to be done.
No girls to speak,
No angels to chase.
No dreams to enjoy or places to take.

I thought I’d sit here and ramble
Enjoy the sights of the garden
Speak happy to the flowers
Watch the growth of the buds.

The world is at peace
There’s a silence in the clouds
There’s a roaming delicacy in love
& there’s a quietness in the gym.

I stand here beside you
Staring off into space
Biding my time
Wasting my breath

For though love should be made & the monies collected
Or the bins put out & the showers be switched
I stand here in still harmony
A spaceship in flight.

I look out at the creatures
& I know that I’m one
Fighting to survive,
to love & to kiss.

But the stars are so cruel & god is asleep,
So I stand here in slippers, pondering my thoughts,
Dreaming of a status
In which one day I am king

Til her princess is mine
& she’s holding my hand
When adventure occurs
& we make love on the sand

Dreams are expensive
& Humans a whim
Another cloud drifts by
& I stand here, without sin.

~ A Sunday afternoon pause

© Ed Simkins

Peace abroad?

So another night.
The western front is quiet once more.
Barbed wire hangs low and mournful.
Forlorn sight in morning call.
The soldiers gone,
The screams are still.
There’s no-one here to shoot or die.
Red flowers stand
Above these parapet walls
Watching green fields retake the battered world.
Within their roots the warriors lay
Entombed in mud and stories told.
Who now calls them fools who fought?
Escaping death and monstrous guns
They ran and laughed and talked no more
Echoes of the land ships passed
Climbing high and lurching low
Fire storm in black and white.
How many tears fell when homes were told that none survived?
& what was won?
& who had lost?
The destruction of the world we knew.
But new time comes and fields are farms
The birds in trees, the rain it falls
No more mustard, missiles gone.
At least in distances told by news.
Look abroad and see the flames
Of modern lies and hated wars.
Man kills man and all because
His leaders say it’s them or him
We learn from nothing and nothing new
Forced to repeat the evil sin
That father gives to sons a-born
That killing stops the next forced war.

~ no idea. I just sat down & this came out. Maybe yoga releases more than body stress!   Maybe i stare into my garden too much!

© Ed Simkins

Love Flows

Thought.
The fingers flex.
A Midnight moon.
Purple sky on fire.

The beauty of her naked flesh upon the crimson sand.
With danger in the water & broken depths of time.

I stand upon the water’s edge, my dreams afire with Love.
Silence speaks of distance grown & face of stars above.

I love this earth. i love my dreams. I see the smoke arise.
Injected swirls, I breath her in. caress her skin, her naked earth.

Shooting stars & love are made. I taste her virgin kiss.
Her beauteous form, her dimples too. High on drugs, we dance & fuck.

We laugh in midnight sun my friend, we sit & welcome songs.
Peace is heard In golden tones, & sensual love is shared.

Her valleys flow, her mountains rise, & smiling wonders beguile her eyes.
Each night I’ve dreamt of delicacy, of such a girl I’ve met

I have pleasured every part of her, in mind that dies alone.
& begged in stolen screams my love, for childish greetings home.

This planet which forms has loved me so, that child who loves will never now.
I’m high as steam & looking out, on oceans deep & great.

I need to love & hold her so, like forests need the rain,
I’d pin her down or turn her round & enter her with smiles.

& loving her like a precious girl with morning clothes so white.
This night time breeze will blow & storm as I stand alone & think.

I have conquered every failure here & this my last is great.
This night be still, lay down beside, Your innocence a cherished dream.

Your temple sought in nervous dreams, though emboldened by caress,
You, most perfect human being, ever growing like the Earth.

You I’d love like golden coins, or the blood which fills my vein,
That I could share my dreams with you, If god had made the Earth.

~ Obsessed? Maybe. But she is incredible!

(c) Ed Simkins

Perfect Contentment.

Sleep consumes me.
A beautiful dream.
I close my eyes my dear.
Dreams flutter like stars in the naked sky.
Breathing in.
Gentle air flows through veins.
The body dies.
Dissipates.
Ash upon a morning breeze.
Spirit soars as the ancient body descends.
Slumbers. Snores. Wallows deeply in the mud.
Relaxed.
Soothed.
Massaged.
I cannot stand.
I cannot move.
My pulsing heart the only sign of life.
My mind connects.
& wanders.
I do not seek. I do not want. I close my world to human needs.
I see her face.
Illusion through the sleep?
Or lust for a face so delicate, so warm?
I desire.
& in that moment my heart quickens.
It smiles. In eager anticipation.
A new drug found.
New delusion. I drift into gentle sleep.
& I am happy.
Asleep.
Content.
Smiling.

~ I fell asleep in Yoga tonight! A dream, a face, appeared as I went under.

© 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

Sitting On the Bottom of the Pool

there i watch my friends tumble, fall, a dereliction of a friendship past.

the children play and sing and scream, laughter explodes in bubbles blown

the water splashed and crystal clear, the perfect time to escape it all.

diving taught and bellies red, funny howls as the world goes by.

people from a distant place, those who know my childish youth,

they point and judge and recall a time, recount a broken party held

olden’s question and forget the past, an empty room where memory fades.

& all the time i sit and wonder, why i left her grave alone.

my tears merged as water surrounds. but though my love exists no more,

my children play, they dance and smile and fart and burp!

and ridiculous accents sing in waterfalls of heat.

i look at them and see a future unknown,

i wish for wealth of love or joy or famous words & actions made in happy world

they look at me, an uncle dude, a climbing frame who twirls them round.

we sit and hug and hold on kindly, we walk and laugh, we talk and think

in moments when we sit on down, the world is peaceful, a king with crown,

the pain of life is a quiet shore

and the darkness fades as the light pours forth.

~ my mind stops thinking when my nephews play

(c) Ed Simkins