Come Sit With Me.

Take the powder out of your mouth.
Let the crimson tide flow deeply down your veins.
Rest still deep within the comfort of your cherished chair & drift.
Float.
Fall away like autumn leaves upon the cold winds of time.

Believe the dreams my friend & gather in the dust of thought.
Ask yourself the darkest question.
Is death a friend? Will it hurt?
Will nature chase your haunted mind until it screams?

& spot the girl.
The angel of your destiny.
The fraudulent one.
Watch her beckon you in with whispers of beckoning pleasure.
But realise all angels lie & disdain the truth.
Are you still numb with the ecstasy of the burning numbness held within?

Now gaze upon the mirror my friend.
Glare back at the tears you stream towards the level of hell.
Is that where you wish to end or sink?
Is life that bad that all you see are the roses which grow over you?
Are you weak or just subsumed in the tiredness of eternal exhaustion?
So many questions asked I feel you spin.

So come sit with me & let the rhythms flow.
Taste the wine or magic seed escape your self.
Breathe out, exhale & let your soul drift & seek the source of your belief.
Feel the passion of her innocence, the stories of your next day forth.
Cry & shudder & start again.
Kiss the world & then forget.

Tomorrow starts here in your powdered mind.

~ thoughtful dreams as i sit before you, the world
(c) ed simkins 2015

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A late night fest.

Mute cacophony of ideas
Dreams which end, perplex & roll around to play games in the sand.
A water leaked.
Late night issues & forgotten themes.
Who cares but nobody for the dreams which died.
Incest gave way to passion & planets spun.
Midnight ramble.
Heavy hand broken on repeat.
Can u understand the criteria of the late night sleep?
Drug induced?
Apartment sworn.

Her clothes were torn.
Knees showing in pads of white,
Distance drowning in some foreign air,
Warplanes ran.
She rued the injustice of other people’s wars.
& all the time I coloured text upon the wall.

Final hours stay alert in orange flames of death.
Crimson cigarettes pass from lips.
Youth was a name I knew before.
Braided hair lost its appeal.
I cried when the dog in space died this afternoon.
& Jane was a stranger sold as slave.
Was sex always supposed to be free?

Money buries the dead in sheets of grey
& pauses wait patiently for each man to fill.
What would you say if you were here?
Or alive?
Would you talk to god about the football scores?
Or ask him if you could seduce the neighbour’s daughter?
I live on an island of solitude
Where no respect is given for deeds.

I suppose you should sleep now huh?
Bed yourself in clouds of work.
Could you think of me as I alert the police & ramble fine mosaic words across the sky,
Silent dreams of sex & angels.
Time to plug in the blanket of love & hope & peace.
I wonder if you will say how clever I am?
Is it not good that I can count the stars upon the back of my head?
Girls or drugs or both I ask
Imagine
& then step forward to illustrate the aim of all escape.

Goodnight or morn & salutations.
Robot greased & sleep ensues.
A late night fest.
I take my rest
& bid all thee farewell my friends.

~ I suppose sleep is a valid concoction. I should try it sometime!
© 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 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

FREYJA

Beautiful smiles
Nervous noncommittal
Hiding pleasures
Pearly whites.

She makes me smile
Just being around
Such a dreaming fix
My den of delight.

I breathe her in
I saw her dance
She fools & larks
She breaks my mind.

Illusions grow
A young man’s disease
I kiss her gently
Her porcelain face.

My fingers flow
I hold her hand
I swim through hair
Silken stream.

She puts me down
She checks advance
She holds me firmly
She steals my heart.

Her name is Freyja
Most gentile girl
Her perfect body
Her excited mind.

I hold her gently
This charming girl
Caress her face
Nuzzle her skin.

We explore and play
The world our song
Intellectual giant
I tag along.

Each time with her
I sing my heart
She makes me stronger
In love I scream.

Freyja, my darling
I love you too much
What is life but a dark day?
When I see nothing in your eyes?

So in the moments we’re together
I will be your foolish love
I will grant you your wishes
& leave smiles on your lips.

Sweet dreams my desire
I love you so much
I will cherish you and love you
& dream of your touch.

~ My Dream Girl Smiles

© Ed Simkins

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

Unfocused Satisfaction

Cello plays. Soft thoughts mount. Confetti falls. An empty dream.
I pause for breath.
Skip to the end. Let’s play tonight. Let’s drink some food. Let’s play for stakes.
Or fail & cry & laugh some more.
Entry point. A scarlet girl. Her lipstick collar. I don’t care what you say.
I’m a spider. A word leak. A fountain of truth.
She calls. I hate her voice. The TV’s on, but I can not watch.
I turn to you & watch you fly. You’re drugged. The sky’s so dark.
My light illuminates the earth. The moon will disappear.
My fingers fly. I talk a million different shades of wrong. No need to fuck. Girl is naked.
A clothed horse goddess of a drunken industry. Whore? Or heaven sent?
I pause. Breath satisfies.
Call for more wine & spill my disease.
She smiles & I strip. She steals my clothes. She runs away & the music grows.
I slip – repeat.
A final draft. A hidden couch. The girl in white satisfies my hunger by blowing me.
A filthy thought. A nasty end. A pleasant crisp. Smoke. Lights dazzle.
Slow, slow, slowing down. White wine & collarbone.
Kisses of a hot head. A desire. No bed needed when the lakes are full of soft flesh & dreams.
White water rapids. Illegal pleasures. Eyes steam as I fulfil my needs.
Red lights, bright lights, walking away. Tiredness slumbers. The girl is gone.
The party’s over. Goodnight to the life. Car speeds.
The music electric, eclectic, darkening screams.
The people are younger. The distance approaching.
The edge takes over.
I fall.
The end.

~ Listening to The Verve, my head began to spin.

© Ed Simkins

The Jump

Night departs, there’s no time to cry,
Cuz I’m dreaming of the things I’ve done gone by,
I’ve called your name, & I’ve asked you out,
There’s no god here girl to make me doubt,
I’ll play the song, I’ll play it loud,
I’ll turn to my window and sing it proud.
People walk by & each look up,
Taking their money I’ll turn and cough.
Standing on the edge, it’s a dream of mine,
Wondering can I fly, I’ll count the time,
Tick tock, tick tock, the beat & pain, the beat & pain,
So out he jumps and he flies on through,
Clouds, the rain, through the sky he flew.
Now no-one stares cause no-one dares,
This man a child who does not care.

He stretches out & he takes his chance,
& crashes through the rainbows as the droplets dance
God he smiles & god he laughs,
For now there’s a man who aint so daft,
His brain is good, his loins are strong,
His heart is beating, ‘future’s long.
No misgivings, or losing sin,
This guy who’s flying, his solo win,
He rocks the world in silent ways,
& kills those haters in gloried days.
This man who flies, this man who soars,
He screams alive in perfect noise,
He breathes such freedom, with eyes of fire,
The beauty of God is his to inspire,
Dreams and nature, the golden two,
Are swords of war he brings to you

A man of steal, a man of love,
The man who jumped now soars above,
With a code of honour, he wears his heart,
He loves her beauty, he stands apart,
He’s above destruction and he sets his way,
For greater Intelligence has won today.
So watch this space & see him sign,
Enjoy the delight in ev-er-y line
& bow down please to God’s new friend,
For in vic-tor-y I now depend.

~ Victory is sweet.

© 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

Intoxication

Daughter of a sacred lamp revolves in passion’d fantasy.

Lego bricks and carpet burns, smeared lipstick & crystal meth.

Do you care if I tell the truth about the things I’ve seen?

This poor migrant who wanders through the night.

I see you. I see your face.

How many times have you smiled since before?

Have you bled over the lover beneath?

Have you torn at her flesh with the hunger born of death?

The rain outside falls. Pours. Washes over thorns of sex.

Watch the children play and see their hands.

Could you whisper infidelity to mom?

Or would you raise the issues with another failed law abiding deceiver?

Lets attach some love & laugh a little shall we?

Let us enjoy her while she’s skipping!

Select a decent night and travel nude. Inflict her with your dreams of youth.

Would she smile? Would she gratefully please? Would she even make you breakfast and pour you wine?

Sure, a mishmash of thoughts; these dreams that play with you inside.

Have you asked her for money or seen her played?

Experienced kisses tickle her precious face. Though I say nothing for her love.

I sacrifice my virginity for her. A showered wall of heat. Or fun.

But back to you.

A strange idea in a strange man’s night.

Have you understood my dreams? Have you brought the sacrifice?

Have you lain her out and bedded her fast & married her with strong sense of new age worth?

A quiet night. Naked clothes enrobe my girl.

I set my eyes on her and smile. Thorns will grow and tolerate flesh.

She will murmur soft decay as I fumble with the buttons of my life.

& I’d like you to understand my friend.

But I’ll let you watch instead.

~ hazy dreams of love & longing, of purity, of beauty, of HER, of them. intoxication.

© Ed Simkins

– Remember, not everything you read is at it seems!!! Or at least the way it’s portrayed!